A dinner of snow and traffic
Did I really think I was going out to dinner last night? Yeah, right. It took me about 2 hours to drive home (not including a one hour detour to Dominick’s). WTF? By the time I arrived, I felt like the entire night had slipped away, which it had, effectively.
I shoveled the back steps and walkway, and my neighbor helped me tremendously by running his snowblower along my sidewalk when he did his. He would have shoveled my stairs, but my gate was locked. I must make him a batch of toffee for his troubles.
I have another ridiculously jam-packed weekend ahead of me. Beginning tonight, I’m non-stop until Monday morning. FIVE parties and a movie with two of the rugrat godchildren (but of course it’s Chronicles of Narnia — a movie that Auntie Gina wants to see! 
). I’m going to have to do some work somewhere in there, which means no sleep. But then, my life runs on no sleep. I’d better cut it out, or Santa’s going to have to bring me eye cream for Christmas.
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