Ice cream wishes, Hil.

How are you doing with the snow, WS? I think of you and Daniel every time they mention Minnesota and snow and cold, even though I neglect to actually type anything.

Actually, I've been pretty grumpy about it. This is the first time since I moved here that we have had so much so early in the season. What with the tonsils rebelling at my time outside in subzero temps trying to deal with the aftermath of the blizzard two weeks ago, and the fact that more and more snow just keeps piling on, I'm kinda freaked out. People from here, they can take the time to appreciate the beauty of the snow, but it just causes anxiety for me.

Whew, you didn't expect all that, did you? Anyway I do hope that your cleaning goes ok, so that you can enjoy your visitors as much as you possibly can. I know that your family are not always easy to have around.

Ugh, WS. I'm so sorry. I feel that over the past 5 years or so my moods have been much more closely tied with the weather. One of the reasons, I think, that moving to New Orleans was so appealing.

As tired as I was last night and as easily as I fell asleep, didn't stop me from waking up at four and starting to make mental lists of all the things I need to do today before my mother arrives. Which include wrapping her gifts and hiding them because the woman is worse than any toddler I've ever known.

So today is going to be high on the sucktastic scale, but I'm going to make my minions do a fair share of the work so that I'm not making myself too crazy.

I feel that over the past 5 years or so my moods have been much more closely tied with the weather. One of the reasons, I think, that moving to New Orleans was so appealing.

I find weather related moods an endless source of fascination, especially given that I'm the reverse of most anyone I know. I can't tell you how many people have told me, since our move to Seattle, how much better and happier I look and how much more relaxed I seem. It seems, no matter how much I say that I prefer cooler climates and actually enjoy the moderately overcast days that dominate, especially at this time of year, nobody ever believes me. And the getting dark early doesn't bother me one bit.

The bonus here, is that because of the more moderate temps, I actually enjoy the bright sunny days we get, so I'm definitely more affected by temperature and humidity than anything else.

While my subconscious doesn't seem to know the difference, I'm not actually planning to have anyone here. I'm leaving for Nashville tomorrow. My brain translated it to cleaning anxiety, which is ever present anyway, as opposed to finishing work, packing, wrapping, clothes washing, do I have everything anxiety.

Summer is my worst time, as far as moods go. Since I can't take heat, I get far more sunlight the rest of the year. I am Barb and would probably be much happier in the Pacific Northwest.

Did you all here about the snow in Australia ? it is supposed to be summer there

I thought the Gulf Coast summer would kick my ass, but it really didn't. It's more consistent than anything else.

Today, it's so beautiful out, and it makes me happy. It's 69 degrees and I am walking around without a coat.

I finally got some sleep, a bit too much in fact as I'd forgotten to set my alarm. Thanks to the holidays, traffic was super light so I wasn't late.

Hahaha, prednisone side effects. This time around I missed my period, which meant a late night panicked email to Teppy and then POAS. Not cool.

The trainees seemed to like their gifts, and my coworker brought us all honey buns, so that was nice.

Did you all here about the snow in Australia ? it is supposed to be summer there

But global warming is a myth. ::boggles::

Today, it's so beautiful out, and it makes me happy. It's 69 degrees and I am walking around without a coat.

I will say, those sorts of days in Miami-- the brilliant, sunny, mid-60s to mid-70s, low(ish) humidity and breezes coming in off the ocean days, were what always made understand exactly why Henry Flagler insisted on building his railroad through a swamp. However, they're far too rare for my taste and I get those now during the summer.

I do miss the incongruity of palm trees strung with Christmas lights this time of year. And the Three Kings parade.

Hahaha, prednisone side effects. This time around I missed my period, which meant a late night panicked email to Teppy and then POAS. Not cool.

I had to re-read your post a few times, because I kept looking at my e-mail and wondering why I didn't see an e-mail from you from LAST night.

Eventually the reading comprehension kicked in. Ah, codeine.

I sort of 'unset' my alarm last night, so it did not go off when I needed it to. But I swear, I woke up to a voice saying, 'they're here' (not in a wiggy poltergeist way). I sat up, put my feet on the floor and the phone rang telling me the window washers were in the yard.

I cannot believe the difference a good washing has made. Obviously, I could see out of the windows, but nothing like this! What a delight. Now I want to invite everyone over just so they can look out the windows. I've got a great view and, well, CLEAN!

I may be just a tad too joyful about this.

Pulling all the furniture away from the windows caused me to get that crazy clean gene going so I have dusted and vacuumed all the things. And washed a glass light fixture.

There is more to do...there is always more to do...but the place is pretty spiffing at the mo.

And Bartleby is relishing snoozing in a sun spot on the great room floor.

It's good. It's really good.