Yes. A new post is coming. Just as soon as I steel myself to do my work.
Several inches of co-o-o-o-old, white, blowing, drifting snow is on the drive. Hubby actually went to a hotel last night near his job (he commutes 70 miles one-way; they pay for the hotel) so he wouldn't have to miss work this morning.
This means that:
A. I stayed up way too late last night because I can't sleep when he's not here and
B. I need to get off my butt and go snowblow the driveway before predicted freezing rain hits and turns all this lovely white into blocks of immovabe ice.
Happy St. Patrick's Day. Yeah.