Well, we got a wee bit of the white stuff overnight. Predictions ranged from one to five inches, and ours was about one and a half inches. It is right purty out, and at the moment, the sky looks like it's wanting to dump some more, though I don't believe there's any additional in the forecast. That may or may not mean diddly. I wouldn't mind seeing a bit more anyway.
Brugger is at her folks' place in Michigan, so it stands to reason we'd
get snow here. In the past three years, every time we've gotten snow in
Martinsville, she's been in Michigan. I think she believes we don't
really get any snow, and the local folks are just joking with her. Of course,
she's got plenty of snow up where she is, so she ain't missing much.
The roads aren't too bad out there, but since I don't have to go anywhere, I
can just enjoy the view from home. As long as things don't get ugly enough for
us to lose power or anything, I reckon I'm happy as I can be. Now, the cats
are sure enjoying piling onto me while I'm trying to write, so forward
progress on my current project has been kinda slow...
No need to laugh—though you certainly can if you like—but I've been getting in the mood to watch some old Christmas shows, and the night before last, I watched the Rankin/Bass Frosty the Snowman from 1969. I didn't like it any better now than I did back then, but hey, it fulfilled a craving. I'll probably watch The Grinch, and maybe Rudolph - The Red-Nosed Reindeer, and Ms. B. and I watch Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown! every year at Christmastime because we just gotta. But because I was in a Rankin/Bass mood the other night, I also watched Mad Monster Party, which I loved as a kid, though now it's a bit harder to sit through. Still, it too fulfilled a craving.
