It’s a balmy 1° outside this morning, and it doesn’t feel all that much warmer inside, to tell you the truth. My feet are cold. We’re not expected to crack double-digits today. Seems a shame to have to leave the house, but not only do I have to actually go to the office today, it’s stupid meeting day. Both are huge wastes of time and productivity killers. And it’s my late day, which means I have to sit around the house trying to figure out how to kill time before leaving the house, and then drive home in the dark (and cold – did I mention it’s cold?).
We’ve got some snow on the ground, but nothing like what our friends just to the north got. There’s been a persistent and rather stationary band of lake effect snow over them, and some areas got about three feet of snow yesterday. Better them than us. Hopefully things will stay that way.
Otherwise, not much is new. There was a mass shooting in Texas yesterday. The only thing newsworthy about that is that nobody was killed – just wounded. I haven’t been able to find out from the various news reports what kind of weapon was used (you’d think something like that would be in the story – or at least something like “law enforcement officials won’t disclose the type of firearm used in the shootings”), but, judging by the relatively small number of people shot and the lack of fatalities, I’m guessing it wasn’t an assault rifle with a 100 shot magazine. I could be wrong, of course.
Bud – the trouble making dog – managed to get himself stuck halfway through the cat door in one of our gates that prevent the dogs from going into forbidden territory in the house. He got his head and both front legs through, and buried himself up to his chest before he could go no farther. I’d have had to break his front legs to get them to bend back through, so instead I had to cut out one of the bars on the gate. What a hassle. I’m just glad we were home at the time – he was pretty upset and probably could have hurt himself if we hadn’t been there to calm him down. It’s always something with him.
Oh well, time to prepare the Kings and other chew toys that will hopefully keep the little monsters busy (and away from the valuable stuff).
Have a good one.