Dull Friday
Dec. 3rd, 2004 10:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphAfter being given a mild day today, we are threatened with the possibility of snow Sunday night or Monday morning. With luck, it will turn out to be mere freezing rain and a bit of sleet. Whatever it turns out to be, I'm hoping it doesn't continue through Tuesday, as I have an appointment that afternoon to have my teeth poked and scraped and made all shiny with one of those things that feels like a pencil eraser spinning around really fast, leaving grit that I'll be crunching on all night. For me to trudge through bad weather for all that is asking too much.
It smells as though almost every fireplace and wood stove in the neighborhood is lit tonight. The air is dense with smoke. Were it not for the cold, I could almost imagine that it was summer again, and the forest was burning. I wonder if anyone is toasting marshmallows? It would be a nice night for them, and for hot chocolate, and for some tasty biscotti. Lacking these things, I think I'll settle for peanut butter on toast, with a banana. And, in lieu of a fire, a flickering television screen. BBC America has begun showing those campy old '70s spy/adventure shows such as The Avengers on Friday nights. Watching those in the nice, warm living room beats the hell out of sitting in this ice box, pounding away at Sluggo's keyboard.
It smells as though almost every fireplace and wood stove in the neighborhood is lit tonight. The air is dense with smoke. Were it not for the cold, I could almost imagine that it was summer again, and the forest was burning. I wonder if anyone is toasting marshmallows? It would be a nice night for them, and for hot chocolate, and for some tasty biscotti. Lacking these things, I think I'll settle for peanut butter on toast, with a banana. And, in lieu of a fire, a flickering television screen. BBC America has begun showing those campy old '70s spy/adventure shows such as The Avengers on Friday nights. Watching those in the nice, warm living room beats the hell out of sitting in this ice box, pounding away at Sluggo's keyboard.
