Musings on a Small Life

Two words: polar vortex. 🥶   Derry's BRIEF outdoor whiffies yesterday afternoon:   I'm struggling to remember last week; every day is like the movie "Groundhog Day" when you're working from home (WFH).   Oh, I did leave the house on TWO days: Thursday for groceries at a nearby discount grocery store, and then on Saturday morning to Farm Boy for a few specialty/other grocery items. Such excitement! We'd had snow squalls on Friday and Saturday, so my walk along the path through the swamp on Saturday morning was lovely. I hadn't been there since the very beginning of January.  I've come to realize, while WFH, that most of my snapshot-taking was on the way to the office or at lunch time around campus. Without that, I've got nothing. LOL. Sunday morning I continued my pre-spring decluttering; my garage is almost bursting, one half with junk (to be picked up at some point) and the other half stuffed with donations. (I hope that some charity will be pick...

I don't want to see anyone's photos of their green grass and budding flowers. I don't want yet another email from my father with the weather update from the mild west coast. This is our view this morning, as we're stuck in the third polar vortex in this winter from hell, having our seventy millionth snow storm.   I. Can't. Stand. It. *** The new bed: I never did post a pic, not that you can see anything but how high it is, and the old comforter that doesn't fit properly. Snapshot from February 17th (before Derry got sick). The headboard will be delivered on Saturday sometime, and they'll be swapping out the high box spring for a lower one, thank goodness. I'm looking forward to that, even more than getting the headboard! *** The boys: Seem to be doing better, I'll do a post shortly on the Fuzzy Tales site, so won't bother updating here. Purrs from them and peace from me.