We got some significant rain last night, the first rain or precip of any form in about a month, as far as I can remember. There are large puddles still standing in the street. Rain in February isn’t unusual, but a thunderstorm is. Lots of lightning, lots of thunder. I don’t sleep well in those circumstances; my place of residence is a tornado magnet, after all. And today? It’s windy (what’s new?) and a little bit chilly. We’ll be in the low 60s today.
There was great hockey yesterday! The
Which brings us to the
I believe tomorrow’s gold medal game is a toss-up; one could make a case for either team. One thing is certain: hockey fans will be the winners. This should be a GREAT game. As for me, I’m just slightly disposed towards
I think I’ll pass up the bronze medal game. Hockey is intruding on life…I have to go to the commissary as I’m out of one mission-essential substance: Foglifter coffee. I have my emergency back-up in place, but it would be nice not to go without my favored morning drink. My shopping list is fairly long, so it’s time to go do “major shopping.”
It’s also time for another periodic chore I dislike: Laundry. The laundry bag is nearly full; I only have about five clean tee shirts left, and of those three normally go un-worn. I’m also down to back-up socks, too. It’s hard to convey in mere words how much I hate doing laundry, or for that matter, housework in general. Have I ever mentioned that I HATE…oh yeah, right. I have. Once or twice.