Sunday, January 27, 2013


    Bitter outside. Very much like January in somewhere like Siberia.   "Freezing fog and black ice,"  it's called.  But I think that's far too nice a phrase for it. 

     Me, even though it's Saturday and I should have been  gainfully employed, I went back to bed, where I dreamt of weeding and Grasshoppers until around noon.. 

1 comment:

Gin said...

I don't see any problem with that. Sounds like a day well spent to me.