Daily notes from Snow Covered Maine....Monday, January 20th. 26 degrees

 Apples.  Postcards from Provence.

Well...the football yesterday...the first game set me back and I watched the first few plays of the Baltimore game in Buffalo and then turned off the tv and read my book.

A Fun book by Sophie Kinsella (I've Got Your Number) about a cell phone mix up.  It ends well.  I might cruise the book list and order a few more of hers.... I read Remember Me and Twenties Girl a few years ago.  I do have new ones in a stack on top of the bookcase....ones I bought but not sure I will like them...

Son has shoveled the porch and the walkway...the Plow Guy we have under contract has not come past as yet....in 2024.  The once I did see his truck and plow drive past...we had already shoveled the drive. He usually comes after midnight.  After the snow stops falling.  But he did not last night.

There was another one of those white flashes last night (like the blinding one when they did the "test" for the new generator.)...and then out on the porch flashes of blue light. Very very strange.  That's when I picked up my book and started reading...and switched off the tv.  

I started my morning with a nice hot shower...shampooed and conditioned my hair...but I believe I forgot to comb it.  I just finger combed it a bit.....it's so short it really has no where else to go but where it is.

Nothing New to report.  I need to return to hand sewing my squares....but, you see, I listened to the Sports Talk while doing that...and. now.....no Sports Talk and no Sewing.  I haven't found ANYTHING on the tv to watch to replace the Sports Talk....Long Term Habits are almost impossible to break....Like watching Law and Order with Riley's head on my slippered foot.  For Years.  I have removed myself from News TV.  I will not watch anything regarding the transition in Washington.  I have gone cold turkey on MSNBC.

And now the Football is over.  I have never been a Super Bowl Fan.  Well, I need to eat something for breakfast.   There is No Monday Paper.  There are a great many small birds battling it out over the feeders on the porch.  Like old people at a all you can eat buffet.