That was me today. I was supposed to see the pulmonologist this afternoon but the weather report had me wondering if I should go. Rather than chance it (and I would have probably been okay), I called and rescheduled. I prefer getting snowed in to being snowed out. I know I’ve said it before but it holds true.

Yesterday afternoon, I got out the salsa and put 10 ozzies of it in one of my silicone ice trays. I know it was that much because each little perfect cube is one ozzie. I retrieved it from the freezer today and here’s what it looked like.

All frozen/ready to pop out

When I’d pushed them out of the silicone ice tray, I took another “glamour shot”.

Nice little cubes

Here they are, all bagged and ready to be stored:

Ready for the freezer - again

It turned out to be a beautiful day in spite of the Weather Guessers’ predictions. When I took my bath, the sun was shining brightly but there were sparkles in the air. I guess some ice crystals made it through. It was pretty, anyway.

The maximum on the thermometer was 41.9. It didn’t feel that warm when I went to the compost bin. The cats must be well fed because I haven’t seen any of them around.

The predicted low for tonight is 28 in the valley. It’s already 27 here. I’ll be glad when warmer temperatures show up. This cold weather is for the birds—as in penguins.

I’ve worked on the lessons today until I couldn’t do it any more. Five and six both gave me problems. I was ready to tear my hair out before I gave it up. The editor is pushing to have everything done posthaste. She was up until 1 o’clock this morning and I’ve been there, done that, but I’m not going to any more. There’s such a thing as weary in well-doing. And I want to faint not.

Twinkle still has to be fed, the vaporizer is to fill, I have to take my third dose of NAC and on and on. It’s never-ending.

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