I woke up at some very early point this morning and actually had to pull a blanket over me. I am rarely cold while I'm sleeping--probably because I fortify myself with piles of pillows. The thermometer reading was below zero this morning so I guess the need for a blanket wasn't too crazy. It's managed to roar all the way up into the mid-teens this afternoon. Looks like all that snow is not going to melt any time soon--and another storm is predicted for the weekend. I may have to join the other seniors at the mall for my exercise walks--when my exercise is not shovelling.
We got the package to California off today, along with a stack of Christmas cards. Mike took care of the standing in line at the post office hassle.
We had a card with letter from friends in New Zealand. Shuts me up about complaining about the weather.
After years of buying-restoring-reselling (aka flipping) houses, the bought a grogeous historic property--then got hit hard by the earthquakes this past September. They still experience enough aftershocks that they cannot begin any kind of restoration.
I wonder if there is anywhere that is free from the worry of extreme weather? Maybe in another galaxy?