Tomorrow is my sister Debbie's 74th birthday and my son Alan's NA anniversary. Debbie, Alan, Alan's partner, Olga, and I are supposed to go out to dinner. The weather forecast is making that problematical. This morning when I got up at dawn (a.k.a., 9:45 a.m.), it sounded like we would be knee-deep in snow by now (8:15 p.m.); not a flake has fallen ( Read more... )

Well, my social life isn't wild and crazy, but it is showing a few signs of life ( Read more... )

You better go out like a lamb, March, or else!

The first thing I saw this morning when I looked at my cell phone was "Winter Storm Watch:" one to three inches of snow, followed by an inch of ice. Ugh. So off I went to get my New York Times and some breakfast at Starbuck's.

( If it's Sunday morning, it must be Starbuggy's. )

I could be living in Boston ( Read more... )