Thursday, January 3, 2008

Batten down the hatches!

Thar's a storm a brewin'!

Ok, where'd that come from? Next I'll be tossing around "matey"s and "avast"s and it's not even Talk Like a Pirate Day.

But it's probably because outside my windows the trees are whipping back and forth, the wind is howling, raindrops are blasting everywhere. The news is full of warnings and alerts and "Auntie Em, it's a twister" and holy crap, I may just sleep on the couch in my office instead of trying to drive home.

Or not. I have no knitting here, no books, no food (except chocolate truffles which is a point in favor of staying) and no bears. I can go home and run on my treadmill instead.


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