I am sitting here listening to the wind howling.
And the rain hitting the glass door.
Damn, this garage is freeeeeezing.
I hope to leave at about twelve tomorrow.
Straight from work.
Oh wow…the news is on.
Snow forecast on the high ground tomorrow.
Good thing I am not going near the high ground.
Good thing I have a heater in the car.
Good thing there is no rush.
I can take it easy.
Dare I say this?
I am sick and tired of the Olympics.
Not the actual Olympics.
But the constant changing of channels.
Mex is going to have a very sore wrist by the time this is all over.
Get your mind out of the gutters.
Now, much as I would love to chat to you guys, I have to pack.
And have a hot shower.
I will try to post from East London.