I have this thing every year about wanting at least one guilt-free stay-home day that I can blame on the weather. Today was my 4th day home out of the last 8 work days, and it's to the point where it's enough, already.
This is our second round of uncharacteristically inclement winter weather, with frigid temperatures, biting winds, and layers of ice and snow. We knew it was coming, so I've been working like a demon to get everything done I needed to that I would be unable to accomplish at home, and brought home whatever I could.
The cold and cranky Cafeteria Lady — who is on duty in rain, snow, sleet, or hail for 45 minutes to an hour every evening — is fixin' to bitch-slap Ole Man Winter.
sticks out of the blanket?
Unlike Piggy Poco, Jaz usually doesn't run him off.
The Ratweasels (Martha and Cindi),
who barely tolerate each other,
create a puppy pile for warmth.
Should be in the 60sF this weekend,
but it's bound to be muddy.
I'd like to get up to Iron Ridge to see Pokey.
This weather has delayed his training
by at least a week, probably more.
Wonder if he's still mad at me?