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lblanchardIt's so much quieter in the city when it's snowing, I guess because there are fewer vehicles on the road, or because the snow muffles the sound so that it doesn't carry as far.
We're predicted to get anywhere between 10-20 inches. I already had bread and milk when I ventured out to buy that turkey yesterday afternoon, and I have five pounds of coffee, so I'm set.
Being as Roy is in Chattanooga, I can run the thermostat down, which I did: to 58F. The thermometer in my office reads 54, and I'm happy to be wearing a hat. Fleece shawl and laprobe are nice, and I've added a fleece bathrobe. What the heck -- there's no one here to see me.
Last night I watched Sherlock Holmes on my computer. This is nice. Perhaps I will bring my knitting upstairs.
Update: I can't find the snow shovel and Mr. lbphilly is out of town. So I did the first shoveling (very necessary in order to get de-icer down on the sidewalk to make later shoveling easier) with a coal scuttle that must weigh 20 pounds all by its lonesome. Add some heavy snow to it and oh brother.
The Scamp went out and came back in pretty quick before I shoveled. After I shoveled he conceived the notion that he could go hide under the bushes and ambush the sparrows as they fed on the ground under the feeder. Perhaps he though there would be no snow under the feeder... after about ten minutes he'd had enough and wailed like a banshee to be let back in.
I think more Sherlock Holmes on Netflix may be called for. Perhaps the Hound of the Baskervilles...
We're predicted to get anywhere between 10-20 inches. I already had bread and milk when I ventured out to buy that turkey yesterday afternoon, and I have five pounds of coffee, so I'm set.
Being as Roy is in Chattanooga, I can run the thermostat down, which I did: to 58F. The thermometer in my office reads 54, and I'm happy to be wearing a hat. Fleece shawl and laprobe are nice, and I've added a fleece bathrobe. What the heck -- there's no one here to see me.
Last night I watched Sherlock Holmes on my computer. This is nice. Perhaps I will bring my knitting upstairs.
Update: I can't find the snow shovel and Mr. lbphilly is out of town. So I did the first shoveling (very necessary in order to get de-icer down on the sidewalk to make later shoveling easier) with a coal scuttle that must weigh 20 pounds all by its lonesome. Add some heavy snow to it and oh brother.
The Scamp went out and came back in pretty quick before I shoveled. After I shoveled he conceived the notion that he could go hide under the bushes and ambush the sparrows as they fed on the ground under the feeder. Perhaps he though there would be no snow under the feeder... after about ten minutes he'd had enough and wailed like a banshee to be let back in.
I think more Sherlock Holmes on Netflix may be called for. Perhaps the Hound of the Baskervilles...
