Boring!

Actually, it is above zero, so that's an improvement, and on its way to eighteen. Right now we have flurries, but the sun is trying to break through and this should not add to what is already on the ground -- four inches of beautiful, fluffy white stuff. That means I did not go into Baraboo last night, Marty having called to cancel when she saw the weather.

Rich and Peggy came over to drop off Christmas gifts yesterday afternoon -- mainly an excuse to get out of the house and into the falling snow --, and they wound up staying for tuna noodle casserole. Tom got it right this time, very tasty. They brought their mini-dogs, Ivy and Iris, with them, and the dogs explored happily until Rich took them home. Then Iris escaped him to run back over here and demand to be let in to see her mother. The cats kept a wary eye out, even though they are both bigger than either dog.

Unfortunately we are getting ready for a real winter storm to move through tomorrow night and into Friday, maybe up to a foot of it before it is all over. It is not supposed to start until after dinner Thursday, though, so I will be safely home from my library duties.

Hot chocolate, anyone?