Well, despite the view from the front door, the storm went south of us. However, it brushed across us enough to close the schools after an initial 2-Hour-D. So THEY are HERE with ME. Sydney was upset when no one headed off this morning; he likes the peaceful quiet of a normal school day. He, of course, was homeschooled, excelling in management classes.

Alison is not working today and had her traditional oatmeal breakfast. Oatmeal is tough stuff; I preach: “Soak that bowl; soak that pan.” Personally, I have a peanut butter foldover or an egg and toast. I am craving eggs now . . . strips of toast being dipped in yellow yolk. Peanut butter foldovers are easier to clean up, though.

Well, I see the snow has stopped and the sun is a faint, muffled circle in the overcast.

Okay, fine, enough of the weather – here’s some hot air: I have said it before and I will say it again, I cannot tolerate people yelling between rooms. Absolutely cannot stand it. And I wish I had electric collars for folks and the remote control in my little hand.

Yell. ZAP. Yell. ZAP.

ZAP.ZAP . . . well, you looked as if you were going to yell.