There was light snow. Tom played with his new snowblower.
I believe this is March, going out like a lamb*.
What is this fascination with clouds? They’re so beautiful, whether they’re well behaved or threatening to storm.
Stay puffy, clouds. Stay puffy.
*For the young ‘uns, that’s part of a saying. “March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.”
Look it up on The Google.
When the alarm clock goes off at 4am, usually I roll over and go back to sleep.
Sunday, I couldn’t fall asleep so I grabbed my phone and
– checked the weather for home, Georgia (Stitches South isn’t very far off), the town where Tom works and Vegas (a gal can dream),
– caught up on all of the E entertainment news and local news (which usually consists of the same 5 stories, for a week),
– checked Instagram and caught up on ALL of Twitter. You can do this at 4am because hardly anyone in the US is tweeting and I guess I don’t follow enough people who live overseas.
Ah, the wonders of a smartphone.
It’s smart but it can’t help me sleep
Then I realized we were supposed to have another snowstorm and my car was low on gas – not that I actually go anywhere during a snowstorm but one needs to be prepared.
By 6:55 I had filled up with gas (ha ha!) and gone to the grocery store for Lactaid. We really were out of it. I don’t stock up for a one-day storm.
Except for gas. *blink blink*
I also learned that Panera doesn’t open the cafe until 7:30am but they open the drive-thru at 7, on a Sunday. Also? There’s no prize for being the first customer at the drive-thru, other than the knowledge that I was there a full hour before I usually wake up.
Your reward for getting thru this whole post?
p.s. We never did get more than a wet snow/rain that didn’t stick.
Just a quick (backwards) glance at December and bidding farewell to 2012.