It is snowing, blowing, cold, miserable day. I haven't been outside. I trust my instincts to know that the white stuff on the ground is snow. . .
And what have I accomplished? Nothing. Felt good. May do it again tomorrow. But I'm hungry so I'm going to have to find something to eat. Spouse ate my leftover BBQ chicken/pineapple/onion pizza for lunch. Angry doesn't cover how I felt! May have breakfast for supper. . . luv, mom/mrt
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