I will be taking the rest of the week off work to visit my mother for a few days. This entails driving her around and taking her shopping and to a doctor's appointment.
It promises to be a very lousy weekend, weatherwise. I haven't heard an update in several hours, but it sure looks as though the part of Nova Scotia where I'll be is gonna get nailed and impaled and railed by pretty much a ton of snow. I don't think it will be quite White Juan volumes, but it will be a lot of snow. That's why Mom wants to do her shopping on Thursday. Works for me.
I had a good Toastmasters meeting tonight. I chaired the meeting. I evaluated one of the two speeches tonight. And I tried to be Grammarian as well. I was a little busy.
Afterward I drove to where I thought Patricia would be, only not to find her car there; I guess it must have been parked elsewhere, because she got home around 8:30. She has prepared herself for the weekend by purchasing lots of groceries, because she doesn't want to go out in that crap, and I don't blame her. She will be here, with Cindy Clawford, and digital cable, complete with a bunch of movie channels. She won't emerge until Spring.
Let's see here. What else is going on in my little corner of the world? Newbie is on top of the computer desk, in a cardboard box that once held chicken breasts. I cut the flaps off it a couple of years ago. For whatever reason, Newbie has claimed this spot for his own. He is a much bigger cat now than when he first came home; he's got a lot of Maine Coon in him. But he still somehow manages to fit in this box, curling up in a way that no human contortionist could ever hope to achieve. He often sleeps in there for hours while I tap away just below him. I am confident that if I did go out and buy him an actual cat bed and stuck it up there, he would ignore it and just find the old cardboard box. Works for me. Saves me money.
I guess I should get going. It's going to be a very long day tomorrow.
See you sometime Thursday evening.