If we had some eggs, we could have some ham and eggs, if we had some ham.

Why is everything so slow today? I've been sitting here since 9:00 trying to list a few books, and it takes forever to get the internet to do anything, and then half the time I've asked for the wrong thing. On days like this, I should just go back to bed, but I did that yesterday. Now I've got to pack one book and go to the post office. I'll drive slow. Slowly? No, slow. Well, slowly, too.


9:08 p.m. I made the jumbo skillet full of cubed steak and gravy, just because Monday in an unwary moment I bought about 3 pounds of the beef. Well, it was pretty good--of course, I didn't eat it all. After all, it isn't apple pie. Anyway, I've got food now for a few days, so let it snow! Did you hear that, weather man? Snow!

When I went to the P.O., after driving about a block, I saw ice accumulating at the end of the wiper blades, and after that, sleet and/or frozen rain peppered me all the way there and back. I love it. I especially love it when I'm inside this nice warm house.

I fixed the cats a facility in the basement so they don't have to go out in the weather. Mo understands, but I'm not sure about the Wilder; he came in shaking rain and ice off his fur.

I watched Brubaker this afternoon on TV. Disturbing. Apparently it was based on a true story. I had never watched it before. Morgan Freeman was so young. And there was a guy in it that I thought was Patrick Swayze in his youth, but it was another fellow with a similar face.