Jesse is me - my gloves live in my coat so I don't have to think about them.

To celebrate the extremely pretty snow currently falling in Brooklyn, here is Dylan blowing raspberries for the camera.

(Note to self: get better camera! This was taken with my Treo since it's the only working video camera we have that records sound. Maybe for Hannukah this year I'll get myself a Flip Video.)

Aw, cutie Dylan!

ION, the snow falling here needs to stop now. We were promised warmer weather and rain today. There is no caffeine left in this house, and I have my choir thing this afternoon. Yesterday the snow was pretty. It is now damned inconvenient.

t caffeine-deprived twitchiness

We have no snow. Just cold and gray. But at least the predicted sleet seems to be holding off for now and with any luck will stay away until after the Mayor's Christmas Parade is over.

Susan, Did you get my email on Friday?

Suzy now has a whole Mrs. Jack Welsh career.

Seriously. Her kids go to my nephew's school. They're always jetting off somewhere or another.

Susan, Did you get my email on Friday?

Yes, I did--thanks! Sorry I forgot to reply before.

Well, since you wouldn't have recognized the name, I just wanted to make sure it hadn't been deleted by mistake.

So weird.

Oh, and my gloves used to live in my coat, but I took them out this spring because the coat is a convertible and I separated out the shell for rain jacket use. It's back together now, but my gloves (and glove liners and balaclava liner and hat) are somewhere indeterminate.

In other news, I finally got the simulated elevator program that I'm working on for my class to run correctly! It probably doesn't sound all that exciting, but it's been a devil of a problem, and the code that finally works is elegantly simple compared to what's come before this. I feel like calling the instructor up to let him know.

The snow turned to rain here about an hour ago.

I've done one batch of marmalade (okay, I prepped it last night) and one batch of black currant jelly thus far this morning. At some point, I will get dressed and go make fruitcake with my mother.

I turned into Martha Stewart at some point. Not sure how that happened. Eh, it's kind of a good thing?

It snowed here, but thinly. Seabiscuit is ecstatic, both because he adores snow, but also because it rained for two solid days prior to that, and he was miserable cooped up in the apartment.

I do not have fruit to make into delicious jams or jellies. This is wrong and sadmaking.

However, there is football on and I overslept and missed church and bratwurst is on sale, so it's going to be a nice lazy at home day instead of a running around day. I call it a win.