Where’s Rudolph when you need him? I sure could have used him this morning as the commute was damp and foggy. Thankfully, it’s not nearly as cold as it’s been. Had it been, I could have probably just skated in across the river.
Some freezing rain did fall yesterday. They were showing some footage on the news last night of cars careening out of control on an exit ramp. Scary stuff. Luckily – or hopefully – we can get through the holiday and this weekend without any more of that!
The plans seem to change moment to moment. When I got home last night, I was all ready to tackle the bathroom. Instead, the mother was knee-deep in my room (I couldn’t even get in the door) tackling all her doll crap. So I was instead on animal detail (which is a part-time job in itself between the three of them) and continued cleaning glass and furniture in the livingroom and dining room.
Caught a really enjoyable movie last night on the Hallmark Channel called The Christmas Choir. The thing I liked most about it is that it is a true story. The main character, a workaholic finance guy, undergoes quite a personal transformation during which he manages to make a world of difference in the lives of a bunch of homeless guys. Rhea Perlman (Carla from “Cheers”) plays a sassy nun who had one of the best lines in the movie early on when she asks the guy what the meaning of life is. Her answer got my attention.
I’m sure it will be on again during the next few days, so if you have cable and have a few minutes, it’s worth the time.
Well, I have hours to log today so it’s off to do some work. Fa la la la la man.