So we're all cozied up in the house, since most of our utility lines are underground, and I'm thinking, I should email friends to see if they're ok.
Riiiight. If they're ok, chances are they've emailed or updated their blogs already. If not, they've probably lost power.
If I'd been thinking, I'd have taken a picture of the same scene below, only this time, the lattice roof had tons of icicles. I had to break them off the ceiling fan before they broke off the blades itself. Why is the shot ruined, now? It seems Fry is very impressionable. After I cleaned the fan with a broom, she cleaned the room, herself. She and Lucky played on the ice this afternoon, until they both froze out. She spent the day here, as all the schools are closed. Fry hogged the computer while I hogged my Kaffe Fassett books. I had three from the library and his latest from the bookstore. I'd like to do a classic Kaffe Fassett, and then maybe one of my own. We'll see. I'm almost done with Toppa's Christmas, which makes me restless to start something new.
Hubs is already home, Claude is asleep on his Kitty Pi Bed, and all is right in our world.