09 December 2009

I'm sorry. . .

but I think the weather followed me back home from Swift Current.




Vew from the front doors of the Casino looking towards our hotel.  (Yes, we did take the shuttle).


This weather is sapping all motivation to get things done:



I wonder if I'll ever finish decorating my tree.

The phrase "It's colder than a witch's tit" keeps repeating itself in my head.  I don't know where I first heard that phrase, but it stuck.

I think Max has the right idea:



I think I'll begin the hibernation and settle down with a good book to read.


~b~



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