I just checked the weather in Omaha, and it’s looking to me like you’re having Some Weather out there. Among the thrilling things I read was this: “11.4 degrees. Blizzard warning. Light Snow. Blowing Snow. Freezing Fog.” ALL AT ONCE?
FREEZING FOG? JEBUS, woman! I don’t even know what that is.
Did Pa Ingalls’s friend bring you that stick of horehound candy yet? Anybody sleeping in a snowbank?
Things are really mild around here, with only two dramas to speak of: 1) The Lights On The Tree (see above for the confounding midsection area) and 2) Will The Turkey Thaw By Tomorrow Morning?
The fellas have already gone to sleep, a sure sign that they are 13 and 10. They are thinking that early to bed will mean early to rise and thus early to open presents. They seem skeptical at my claim that Santy Claus will in fact come and take it ALL BACK if they wake their parents too early.
There’s knitting down here, but I’m too sleepy to write about it. There’s always knitting, isn’t there? Or the likelihood of it.
I hope everyone has a peaceful, warm holiday, however you celebrate these wintry days. The new year is right over there, a new decade even.