Well, supposedly this is the day before our first snowfall, at least a snowfall that's supposed to amount to more than a dusting. As you might expect, I am supposed to be working tomorrow when the heaviest snow bands are dumping their most. We shall see. If I feel the roads look too slippery, I just take the day off. The store's going to be empty anyway.
Outside right now, we have bold sunlight. The temps might make it up to 40 (F). Tomorrow they're not supposed to climb out of the mid 30s (F).
And I do have plans for this weekend: a trip to York on Sunday for lunch, and then our Holiday Party in the evening (it starts at 7). The only reason I go is for the free food. They have a DJ who never plays the music I like, which is always pop / dance. I really don't care for trendy music that's been processed more than most foods you for sale in your local supermarket. I will be so glad once Monday rolls around and I finally revert back to my fixed schedule.
Glynis Johns died yesterday at 100, a very fine age, I'll have you know. While some of you only remember her from Mary Poppins, she won a Tony Award for singing this little ditty from A Little Night Music.