While I do like a justifiable excuse to spend my day in sweats doing lots and lots of nothing, I also DESPERATELY need a trim. I'm still getting used to this small town business and having to drive an hour for a quality cut. I have an appointment scheduled for tomorrow morning that I would very much like to make. That's Plan A. The contingency includes icy asphalt and a trial run at soft pretzels from this new cook book I'm so itching to break in. They are in the line-up for one of February's care packages. [Yes, I've planned that far...and further.] But I'd like to practice at least once before shipping off a box of failure that he has to pretend was wonderful.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Just when I thought sweet Tennessee wouldn't let me down, Winter returned quite unusually. Tonight, in fact, there are warnings of a second "ice storm" for this season. There's too much drama in that forecast, I think. It's more like, "possible inclimate weather," but you know how the news is these days. If they don't get your pulse racing, what's the point?