It's -7 here in Highland Park, with a windchill of -27. So I wussed out and drove again today.
You have a strange definition of "wussing out."
Awful story this morning. A van from a dog day care was carjacked at gunpoint yesterday in my neighborhood. Seven dogs inside, being taken home at the end of the day. No sign of van or dogs yet.
Oh, poor dogs! I hope they're returned safely.
Poor dogs. Poor people worried about their dogs.
OMG, I hate everything and am fantasizing about spraining my ankle or something else minor that still means I can't go to work for a while. I guess I could use a vacation?
I was just thinking a stomach bug might not be so bad right now.
Lee, maybe we can just plan a day off instead?
I haven't left the house since Saturday. Stupid winter. Stupid cold. The only good thing about this cold is that I am miserable enough not to think about how miserable winter is. But I cannot recommend it...last night I got almost no sleep because I couldn't lie down without coughing. Even being propped up by money pillows wasn't helping. Finally, taking more cough medicine than was probably safe and some tea with honey let me get a few hours of sleep.
I would like some of those money pillows.
My pillows have no money. They are really failing.
Slightly related: people, my magical heated mattress pad is on its last leg! It has a setting that will turn itself off after 10 hours if you don't turn it off before that. However, now it's started turning itself off after 3 or 4 hours. I think that may be a sign it's time to get a new one. I mean, I'm *glad* it's turning itself off early if that means we won't get flambeed while we sleep. But clearly it's time to get a new, presumably safer, one.
And really, it's 7 years old, which is probably an exceptionally long run for a heated mattress pad.
And really, it's 7 years old, which is probably an exceptionally long run for a heated mattress pad.
It's just a case of the seven year heated mattress itch.
(Now that sounds wrong.)