:: All I can say is thank goodness that over the weekend we were smart enough to get to the grocery & stock up on a few things. Not that this morning’s snowfall is all that deep, but it is slushy and messy. And I dislike putting on hiking boots, which are high enough to protect my ankles from the snow, so that I can trudge from the car in the parking lot into the store where my feet get too hot as I shop. This way, shopping ahead of the snow mess, my tootsies have not been inconvenienced at all.
Yeah!
:: I’ve spent most of the last week suffering from some stupid eye problems. I have rosacea in my eyes, which sucks; but most of the time I’m able to not think about it because of all the prescriptions I use to reduce the inflammation. [For me, Restasis is like meth. Gotta have it.] However, this last week I managed to chap my eyelids which means, in practical terms, that they itch like heck + they are flaking like flurries before a big snowstorm. Today, in fact, is the first morning I’ve awakened without my eyelids itching so much I want to scream. Yep, now I’ve progressed to a point where I want to mutter quietly about my eyes.
Huzzah!
:: Did I tell you that the overhead light in the laundry room stopped working? I was carrying a couple of baskets of dirty clothes into the room, hit the switch with my right elbow– and nothing happened. No noise, no sparks, not smoke. So, I put down the baskets and started checking the electrical outlets in the room. They all worked, meaning that our overhead light had wornout and died. Whoever heard of such a thing? Overhead lights last forever, right? Yet, here I am doing laundry in the dark.
Oh goody.
THE SPECTACLED BEAN 
