Monday/Wednesday...whatever.

It's crazy when the work week starts with a Wednesday.  Kids kept showing up in my classroom and, no matter how many times I tried to tell them that they were scheduled to be somewhere else at that point, they just wouldn't leave.  For the record, they were right.  I was wrong.  Apparently there is a cut-off to the Age Of Understanding What Day It Is.  

Thank heavens for the Wednesday Night Bullet Post.  I'll just be rambling along if you need me.  Feel free to interrupt if you don't understand anything.  I won't hear you or help to clarify.  But I encourage you to give it a shot.  I like positive thinkers...

*The Big Fluffy Kitty managed her first day alone ever like a trouper.  As predicted, she met me at the door when I made it home.  But she seemed fine.

*I, on the other hand, was a wreck all day and it took the strength of Hercules to keep from calling her every other hour just to say, "hi."

*You guys are right.  I am going to have to consider bringing another kitty into our lives at some point.  This is torture...

*I spared a thought this morning for all of the commenters who mentioned how jealous they were of our plentiful snowfall here in Maine.  Last night's storm was a doozy.  So I got to stand in a snowbank and painstakingly chip away at a two inch layer of frozen snow encasing my truck at 6:00 a.m.  I thought about you snowless folk quite a bit this morning, if you want the truth.  

*You want snow?  I got yer snow!  C'mon up and get yourself a handful.  What the heck!  Take two!!!

*I left early and was still late to work.

*And all you snowplow drivers?  You people do God's work, I tellya!  What you did with the roads today was a work of art.  Seriously.  It was amazing.  From the bottom of my heart (and that of my insurance agent) I thank you.

*Hey, if you get a chance, go give some of the internet high fives to The Gator.  He's a friend of Daddy Sheep and an all around good guy who is back to blogging.  And he's not afraid to admit that real men read knitting blogs.  

*I wonder if we could get him to knit...

*The nice people at Amazon sent me The Knitter's Book Of Yarn rather speedily, I'm pleased to say.  I read it while I was pedaling away on the little exercise bike this afternoon in a desperate attempt to make the holiday chocolate lumps slide off my thighs.

*Good book.  A very good book.  But not so good as to make a chubby Sheepie forget that she is pedaling her fat fanny to nowhere.  

*It was rather chilly last night.  While the temperatures dropped into the range I like to call "Stupid Cold," I was contemplating turning on a fan.  All my internal systems went completely haywire and I was broiling away while the winter winds whipped about.

*Or, as I explained it to my Cheerful Teaching Assistant today:  I have become a middle-aged stereotype.  

*I like to think that my middle years are going to save me a fortune in heating costs over the long haul.  See how I did that?  Positive thinking, baby!

And there's your Wednesday Night In A Nutshell!  I'm pretty tuckered out after my one day of work in a week and a half so I shall bid you all a fond Nighty-Night!  Here's hoping that you have a wonderful second half of the week and that your intro to '08 has given you hope for a wonderful New Year.

I'm going to see if I can't work up another hot flash for tomorrow morning.  I hear it's going to be a chilly one...

SA