Crap. We nearly got two appointments in a town that’s about 45 minutes away from our house. But by the time Don got online as well, they were gone. Since then, we’ve been seeing one slot open here and there but we want to go together. But there is some activity, which is good, even if the results are frustrating.
I finished the stage and the the curtains yesterday. Now, we move on to the dreaded squiggles. Every time I’m faced with a section that seems impossible, I have to remind myself that I somehow conquer it in the end.
I stop writing this post every few minutes to refresh my browser for vaccination availability at local pharmacies.
We have a LOT of snow coming next week, so that impacts the days available to us. If the weather forecast is accurate, we could have another 10 inches or more coming.
Save me!
This reminds me of that winter several years ago when Don was in Boston working and I was here by myself and I had to rake snow off the roof and dig tunnels for Scout.
My girl.
Believe me, we’re just about ready to get to this depth of snow. By the way, I not only dug this little stretch of tunnel, I extended it around the entire corral. There was a time, not so long ago, when the first thing we did before digging ourselves out was to shovel a tunnel for the dogs.
Nothing else new, my friends. Puzzles, food, guitar music, constant refreshing of our browsers, shopping list finished and grocery pick up scheduled for tomorrow morning, vacuuming, dusting, etc., etc.
Stay safe.
Happy Friday.