Well...the weather has turned, well, seasonal.

I called my boss mid-day and asked if he minded if I closed an hour early so I could take Tom's clothes to him for the move tomorrow to Dover Rehab (see! I found out where he's going, finally!) since it was, at the time raining in Portsmouth and snowing in Nottingham with, I think, 6-8" predicted. I knew that there was no way I could get to the hospital before I open tomorrow morning, especially since I'll be working alone and I HAVE to open on time, come hell, high water or, in this case, 8" of snow. He said no problem.

So I got Tom's clothes to him, found out where he'll be heading tomorrow (he still doesn't know WHEN or exactly HOW), got to visit for awhile, etc. Then headed towards home, stopping at the grocery store to by some stuff and some cash, and got home at a more or less decent season and had some supper.

Had called my up-the-hill neighbor to make sure it was okay for me to leave Tom's car in their extra driveway space just up the hill from us. That way our plow person doesn't have to deal with Tom's car at the head of the driveway or me having to dig it out, too, and move it so the driveway will be plowed. Walked back down then drove my car up to the head of the driveway. That way I won't have much to clear in order to get out and head to work and Drew will have a clear driveway to plow while I'm at work.

Brought in some wood, of course, but besides it being fairly warm, Jeri very nicely came over and got the furnace running for me, so the pressure is off.

It's currently raining, though it had been snowing from the time I got about 5 miles from home. I'm sure it will start snowing again. Getting slippery, though, and I'm glad I'm not on the road right now. I think the temperature is dropping (supposedly it's 34F, but I think it's hovering fore and aft 32).

I'm going to read today's comics and pour myself a glass of wine and head upstairs to call Tom. I had plenty of energy this morning (probably thanks to the "day off" and nap yesterday afternoon and a good night's sleep), but I certainly don't anymore.

Oh, forgot to report that yesterday evening I watched the videotape (yes, videotape -- it's not available on DVD) that my sister sent me for Christmas -- "The Last Polka" with the Shmenge Brothers (John Candy and Eugene Levy) and it was as good as I remembered.

Goodnight!
Linn