Sittin' at Home, Counting Flowers on the Wall...

...well, maybe not flowers, but cobwebs? Today is a 'snow day', or more accurately in this case a sleet/ice day. So far we have missed the worstest of the worst (large accumulations of ice), which is going to those poor slobs to the south of us. (Sorry , guys, but better you than us....we spent our time in the bad dark places of the mind, driven there by multiple inches of ice and it's lingering affects..or so I hope).

Last night the sleet and freezing rain tapped the windows constantly for hours. I thought I might go insane(er). I did have one NOOOO I can't take it anymore moment, but the cats and dogs just looked at me and then went back to sleep, and so it seemed rather useless to be dramatic. I crawled in bed, turned the t.v. up loud and finished watching the Last Templar.

Early morning driveway view

At five this morning, I groggily pushed the buttons on the two remotes, two because the t.v. is now hooked up to it's HDtv box and evidently this countries' great genius fails at combining remotes. Ahem.. anyway, I lay there covered up entirely, listening to the dire news of slick roads and falling precipitation, deciding if I should even try to go to work. I had mostly made my mind up not to, since over 200 schools in the area were closed as well as many work places. The clincher was when I finally dragged out of bed and went outside. It was beginning to sleet/freeze rain again, and I decided no way, no how. Snow, maybe, but ice, she is a different animal. The forecast for the day is for continued precipitation to move through, which also factors in to the decision. If I get stranded anywhere, I sure want it to be at home!

The sheep were all bent out of shape last night and yelling at me when I walked out to do a final check. I ended up going back out later to check them again, because they were acting so weird and I didn't get a head count. My great imagination had sheep caught in the hay ring, rams loose, ad nauseum. Sometimes I hate my imagination. Gracie was dashing around like a race horse, and when I accidentally rattled the plastic baggie that covered the gate latch, the whole flock came screaming down there. Cookies! She's got cookies! I didn't have cookies, so you can imagine how that went over.

Today, I thought I'd update my sadly neglected blog, list some stuff on Craigslist (22 sheep for sale--today only! Just kidding....), order seeds and tackle the dreaded tax information gathering, sorting and spreadsheeting. It's a chilly 16 degrees today, so I'm trying to keep warm, bundled up in sweaters and booties. Hope all that nasty stuff misses you, wherever you might be!

Snow treads on and ready to go. Check.