Is it over yet? I feel as if my life has been snow. shovel. snow. shovel. repeat.
How cold is today? Glasses frozen to bridge of nose cold. Icy sidewalk cold. Frozen respiration on hair cold. Kids in the house cold. High of 34 cold? Wow! Balmy. But cold.
Happy-ish thoughts: Miriam's birthday party is Saturday. Eight nine year olds usually liven things up. January is almost over. And February is short. I need a sponsor to send me to South America. Any takers?