Brrr. 6° of it. The air is calm tho. Boy were the winds howling yesterday. I heard a rather large tree branch snap somewhere around the house. We have fair slies at the moment and ... why why why do I insist it's slies? Since I correct the word every time I misspell it, I can't illustrate how often it happens. At least 90% of the time! *heavy sigh* ... fair sKies at the moment and 83% humidity. A brisk February day. I would like to report that Trusty and I are fine! Not that anything happened, mind you. But I had begun to think something was wrong with one or both of us. Turns out it's the road conditions! People have been sharing their recent experiences on the road and neither the tires or vehicles make a difference. All, even those with heavy trucks wearing studded snow tires, are suffering from spinning wheels, sliding up to stop signs and lights, fishtailing around corners and skidding past their turns. Trusty is behaving like every other vehicle on the road, perfectly normal given the conditions. Perfectly normal but DANGEROUS. Not to mention heart pounding, headache inducing and stressful. But I feel better knowing I am not losing my driving skills. Such as they are. How 'bout a WIP?
It's getting lighter and lighter in the morning. Has been for awhile, but I'm just now really seeing it. A couple of Crows flew by. One is in the picture. I wonder if they are the same ones who have been coming for breakfast. Slogging thru knee high snow to put food out in the usual spot just isn't gonna happen. Any food I threw out would probably sink in the snow and no bird or squirrel would be able to find it anyway. I must rethink my winter bird feeding impulses. Must be a way, and a place that works for all. I said the W word. Work work work! It has started its siren song to lure me from a perfectly warm house into the cold and onto the streets we just discussed so I can be pressed into servitude. I do need my paycheck. Onward!!
May you all find a job that you love, because, as "they" say, If you love what you do for a living, you'll never have to work for it! When I think about that, it makes sense!
Love and Happiness I wish for you! And a job you love, so it's never a job!
Job is a funny word isn't it?
Job... sounds like yer barking. Or spittin' something nasty outta yer mouth. Yeah! Kinda like Blog!
(ptooey)
"Don't spit. It's a 500 dollar fine if you spit."
:)
