We are supposed to get snow starting tonight. We haven’t had hardly any snow this winter so I’m not unhappy about having some, although I’m not sure my blooming flowers will enjoy it too much. They’re saying 8 inches. But, of course, the weather people say a lot of things. We’ll see what reality holds.
I’m going to my office to pick up a few things in case it gets really bad and I can’t get there tomorrow. I doubt that will be the case, but I have some things I must do and if I get the materials I can work on them at home. I hadn’t anticipated I’d be thinking about snow, so didn’t prepare Friday.
I’m also going to go to the grocery store. I’m out of yogurt, which is a reason I have to go. Unfortunately, I’m sure about half the population of town will be there, too. Whenever there’s any danger of snow, everyone prepares like the town is going to be paralyzed for weeks.
Then when I get home I’m picking the flowers I have blooming and covering up the rest in hopes I can save them from the cold.
I can certainly keep myself occupied doing things around the house the rest of the day. It seems I can’t get a handle on the state of my house and keep it under control.
Also, I wanted wood floors so I could see how much dirt I’m living with. Well, I can see it. I have to clean some of it up. I’m not a great housekeeper, but there is a limit and I’m over it.