The Mr. is at work.
The coffee pot is going and so is the washing machine.
Baxter is sound asleep on the couch.
My toes are cold, and I am longing for wood heat.
I happened to see the forecast for Sunday/Monday: more snow (5-7 inches) and wind. Are you freaking kidding me? *Visions of rescheduling school events on top of my play rehearsals are dancing in my head.
"It will be fine. It will be fine." Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Have I mentioned that I'm also trying to get students ready for State Testing the week of the show?
Right now, I kind of want to pull the covers over my head and wake up when it is summer.
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