i have no idea what it's doing outside.
this has been a winter wonderland of weather.
rain, freezing rain, sleet, wet snow, dry snow, frozen cats and dogs.
today is something different still.
freezing smog maybe.
the sort of weather stephen king writes about.
well, whatever it is, it's a good day for many to curl up with a good book.
as for me, i'll curl up with a cup of joe and a good thought, wishing keaton were here.
i miss her bad sometimes.