In defense of my slothfulness of sleeping in so late this morning, I went to bed around midnight but couldn't go to sleep immediately.
After doing two loads of laundry, spending too much time on the computer and not finishing breakfast-lunch until almost 2:30pm, I finally went out to the library around 4pm. The whole process of going to the library, spending some time there picking out books and walking back got me home after 6pm.
After a brief pit stop, I finished my 4 miles by walking to the Los Alamos Airport and back. I wish the airplane mechanic didn't have to burn his stinky, black smoke-belching coal fire to warm his mechanic shed. It's really yucky when you breathe it in!
The English librarian said that where she comes from, San Antonio, TX, it only snows about every 10 years. She also misses her garage. I sympathize with her because I too would like a garage and I'm getting less and less enchanted by snow shoveling. Also, I fear slipping on ice a lot more now in the winters. Getting soft in me old age, I am!
I didn't finish supper until a little before 8:30pm. Ah, the wages of a slothful lifestyle are so harsh! No, really, I'd better get up at a decent time tomorrow to help spouse with the snow shoveling and digging out the cars.
Where's a really good place to live where it only snows every ten years??
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