Postcard of the Day

Postcard of the Day

Snow's not too deep out there, but it's 8 degrees.  F.  Just saw footage of a pile up in Ohio.  A couple in a tractor trailer were filming as more vehicles slammed into the pack.

I've got my snow pants on now & am about to go clear the front stoop, I hope.  Or do a semblance of that.  Yesterday I didn't even take 1000 steps, let alone the 2+ miles a day I've been averaging.  And you know what?  My knees love it.  My knees are thinking maybe we don't need to average 2 miles a day.

Started opening my Christmas presents to myself.  Basically anything I bought in the last stretch and didn't need right away.  So far I've gotten a box of Rubbermaid tupperware and some K-T tape.  Last night I decided not to wait until after dinner today to start, cuz why not?  With the whole hunkered-down thing, it's turned into an extended holiday.

Got a surprise box from an old back-east friend, and maybe his partner.  Hard to guess.  It could've just been her, using his name/card.  There's no message.  I've not delved into it, but can see it's at least partly some preserves.  Packed in those cornstarch peanuts, which Shamus A-List Famous Amos Otis Chompsky Bompsky has been taking out one at a time, carrying a few feet, and licking.

With my coffee just now I watched the first-season Mary Tyler Moore in which she has to work Christmas and then gets suckered into also subbing for the sob-story guy who was working Christmas Eve. But then she gets a surprise visit at the office from Lou, Murray and Ted, and hugs her way down the line of them, smooshing Ted's hat in the process, and then punching it out again, in a bit of video that later played in the show's credits.

Ooh, a red cardinal just landed for a few on a brach outside the window I'm facing.  Maybe it's not that bad out there.  I'm about to find out.