As things go, it could be worse. We could be in, say, Colorado, or northern Maine. Here in the Keystone State, we have no snow, just the cold. Which is, as I look out the window (why does saying 'look through the window' somehow sound wrong?), about 15 degrees with a bit of wind.
Breakfast this morning was a quiet affair. Nothing was particularly wrong, but none of us seemed in a conversational mood -- or even an intellectual one; I put down the latest issue of The Economist, which is pretty rare for me. I did make french toast, but just using regular white bread, not the challah, because I wasn't in a mood to experiment. Of late, I've made about 70% of our breakfasts, but this morning I was moving slowly, so I didn't need the additional grief of finding that the challah wasn't actually right for FB. Call me some - word - that - means - stuck - in - place.
On the bright side, my daughter went to give the GP medicine for her eye, and called out that we had to come look immediately. Oh, God, I thought, now what? But it turned out to be (apparently) good news: the scab had fallen off, and the eye appears intact. No promises that surgery won't still be needed (yuck), and of course the eye is still and will remain nonfunctional -- but I can accept that. It was the hideous image I was dreading.
Speaking of dread, my system problem at work is completely inexplicable. I've opened a problem record with the people who support that software, and, of course, I'm sure that they will Get Right On It.
Welcome to Wednesday.
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