16°, 67% humidity, 6 mph winds and fair skies.
All of the above is suspect until OBACE meanders out onto the Front Porch and takes first hand observations. But not yet. You know, the two birds one stone thing. My rant yesterday about not waking to the alarm (I'm such a hypocrite) must have hurt Alarm's feelings. It sounded so pathetic this morning. Either that or I froze the poor thing, sitting only a scant few inches from my open window. I best be looking for a new clock. Just in case. Speaking of froze, it was almost impossible for me to throw my covers off this morning. So snug and warm in bed, a scant couple of feet from the open window. My face was the only thing expose to the cold air wafting into the room. That wonderful cold FRESH air. Normally, I don't open my window wide when it's below 20 degrees. The WeeGees lied. They forecast a low of 22 last night. Not 16. Can't complain however. I've learned something. Seems my sinuses aren't opposed to 16° air. 20° might not be my cut-off temp when it comes to opening my window.
Oh my word, I need to SHUT UP. What a bunch of drivel.
Moving on.
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Moving on to what?
I got nuttin'.
Nuttin' but more codswallop, poppycock, mumbo jumbo, balderdash, twaddle, tommyrot, flapdoodling rubbish.
:)
I absolutely LOVE a thesaurus! I hope none of those are exceeding vulgar.
WIP time is fast approaching. Time to bundle up, like "A Christmas Story's" adorable Randy (except for the adorable part, the color red and not being able to put my arms down) and waddle out to wake up Trusty. Good ole, Trusty. He's not too fond of alarms either. Actually, it could be the cold mornings he's not fond of. Probably is the cold mornings. OK OK, it IS the cold mornings.
I gotta be done. Even I can't take anymore of this. Camera, WAKE UP! It's time for a WIP. And bring Phone with ya!
Wow, Noche' really stinks this morning. It's creeping down the stairs.
WHOA! Nothing like the popping and creaking of the decks boards to get the blood running. When we first moved here, that first winter sounded like we were under a full scale mortar attack. When the boards pop in the cold it's like a small explosion going off. We were ducking for cover and checking for structural damage. Now, I hardly register the noise except when it's right under my feet or next to my head through the wall. Definitely gets the ticker ticking then.
I feel sorry for the people at work. This is gonna be a verbal diarrhea kinda day.
WIP! TRUSTY! MUSTN'T BE LATE!
Have a good day Travelers.
I gotta be done. Even I can't take anymore of this. Camera, WAKE UP! It's time for a WIP. And bring Phone with ya!
Wow, Noche' really stinks this morning. It's creeping down the stairs.
WHOA! Nothing like the popping and creaking of the decks boards to get the blood running. When we first moved here, that first winter sounded like we were under a full scale mortar attack. When the boards pop in the cold it's like a small explosion going off. We were ducking for cover and checking for structural damage. Now, I hardly register the noise except when it's right under my feet or next to my head through the wall. Definitely gets the ticker ticking then.
I feel sorry for the people at work. This is gonna be a verbal diarrhea kinda day.
WIP! TRUSTY! MUSTN'T BE LATE!
