After the balmy Tuesday with temperatures in the 30s, it was back
to the chill of 15 degrees today. At least it’s still a positive number. The
weekend forecast is for as much as a foot or more of snow, which will be either fun and exciting or a total pain
in the derriere. If I remember to pull the snow shoes from the shed before the
snow arrives the fun has a solid chance.
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| Maybe a foot. We'll see, National Weather Service. |
Of course, there is plenty of time for the storm to shift, but there are already tales of people jamming the grocery stores for the usual hoarding of bread and milk. Apparently, French toast is the American snowstorm comfort food. My cart would more likely hold chips, cookies, and hot cocoa mix.
If I don’t
join the throngs at the grocery store, a luxurious day of snowstorm cooking may not be possible. There
are sufficient baking ingredients for sweet-foods, but a deliberate drawdown of
the food-food things may have been poorly timed. The freezer is only half full, and the vegetable bin is empty. At least Winston is all set
with a fresh, giant bag of his food, and I can live off cookies and brownies
for a while if needed. Or, I could haul my butt to the store.
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| The Magician at rest. |
The surprise is, the wet spots yesterday (and other days) happened while he was wearing the pee band with a diaper in it. Somehow, my talented little guy has figured out how to pee on a rug (and a pad) while wearing his pants which are carefully fitted to him each time I leave the house.
A couple times, the master magician even liberated himself from his pants entirely, but that is less often than the wet
spots while wearing pants. Mister Winston is a dog of many talents.
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