tarping the car

Why, yes, it is snowing and the car is icing over – the old little green car. And why is it not in the garage . . . well, we got a little careless with our junk and have but one space. I guess Chi-town is getting it and we will have to see how it turns out  for us. The wind is whipping the shrubs around, but the snow stays on them; it is probably ice. Ah, paying more attention, I see the branches are already leaning down. ‘Tis not a fit day out for man nor beast – or little green cars. I forget it is Good Friday

another late night

I slept in this morning, although the dog practically insisted I get up. He got so disgusted with me that he gave on of his snorts and walked away, then sank to the floor and stared at me.  As a parting shot, he slowly turned his head away from me.

I plug away at this little Google problem and think, “Well, it’s better than being on a desert island and plugging away at making a boat.” Maybe a dessert island wouldn’t be bad.