Equal time. These guys were feeling left out.

As I’m sure many of you are, I’m thrown off by the time change. There I was, sitting in my cozy chair in the den, reading a good book, when I realized this pesky time change made it later than my body felt it was and I had better hightail it upstairs to write a quick post.

So here I am.

Again. Wind tunnel. Though slightly less than yesterday, there is something about the placement of this upstairs room – right at the front of the house – that makes it sound much windier than it does in our bedroom. Same with the den. It’s making me a crazy woman. Several days of this, along with even more as the Nor’easter heads our way on Tuesday, might force Don to put me in a strait jacket.

For my own good.

On the other hand, the time change gave us one hour less of this Presidency. Thank you for that.

I finished The Dollhouse  by Fiona Davis yesterday. A bit clunky, but an engrossing story that I really enjoyed. I would have thought it a bit clunky not matter what, but to be fair, it wasn’t helped by having just finished the Amor Towles.

Now I’m reading On Turpentine Lane  by Elinor Lipman: delightful, witty, good storytelling and wonderful characters. I’m almost done, so a journey to my little local library might be in order today. Yes, I have a large TBR stack, but I’m what I call ‘book restless.’

We’re awaiting the dreaded Nor’easter. The amount predicted keeps changing. As of this morning, it’s 8 – 12 inches.

I feel another scream coming.

All that being said, I vigorously cleaned the bathrooms yesterday. I swiffered. I dusted. I vacuumed. I straightened up my desk. I read – a lot. I’m keeping myself occupied.

And I cuddled with my soon-to-depart husband. Thank goodness he’ll be here to man the snowblower on Tuesday because that thing is heavy.

I may have to make some biscuits. In fact, I will  be making some biscuits.

How many of you are going to be impacted by this storm? It’s been a crazy winter, no?

Happy Sunday.

This morning at around 6:30 am, as I made my way down the driveway to get the New York Times. (Yes, our Christmas lights on the porch are still twinkling every night.)

I knew it was coming, yet I was still shocked. And we’re getting a whole lot more next Tuesday. Plus, the temperatures are plunging down to the single digits over the weekend, never getting higher than the twenties.

I can’t even go there.

How will my lilac buds fare?

March, you’re pissing me off. Really  pissing me off.

This is a scene that would have charmed me in December. I’m not charmed at the moment.

Ah well. You can’t fight City Hall and you can’t fight Mother Nature.

Don is getting better, slowly but surely. He’s not going to leave until next Friday or Saturday. Then I’ll be leaving a day or two after that for NYC.

I went to the bookstore, bought two books, and promptly felt guilty because I have so many books in my TBR pile. However, the books in the pile just weren’t doing it for me. Don encouraged me not  to feel guilty. So I’ve left that behind and have started The Dollhouse  by Fiona Davis. Pretty good, so far.

Some shoveling is on the docket for today. And some bathroom cleaning.

Try not to get too excited.

Happy Friday.