Understatement

I think weather.com needs to adjust the vocabulary and expand the scale on it's comfort index.  Yes, 23 degrees sounds uncomfortable.  NEGATIVE 1 degree sounds unbearably, unspeakably painful.  My appendages might fall off.

I've been a little MIA lately because I'm kind of freaking out about some things I need to do.  Normally I would just do these things and not freak out.  However, working 6 days a week makes it sort of impossible to get certain things done.  For example, my car battery is shot.  We can jump my car but it won't hold a charge, so I need to take it somewhere and get that fixed, but my schedule and Andy's schedule don't really align during business hours.  We were going to take care of it this morning, but now there's snow everywhere and I'm a big wuss and I'd rather just wait on this battery than risk wrecking my whole car. 

And then there's Thanksgiving and all of America has to shut down and pig out just because 400 years ago, some red people helped some white people not die, and the white people expressed their gratitude by taking all the red people's land and giving them some smallpox and casinos as a consolation.  So I guess I have to pretty much give up hope that anything meaningful will get accomplished this week.

Also, I have some other stuff that I'm working on.  Stuff that requires phone calls and emails and possibly being physically in New Jersey to sign forms and get things notarized and oh my god I am going to give myself an ulcer.  I don't mean to sound mysterious, but I don't want to jinx (or embarrass) myself by revealing my plans and my fervent hopes only to have them dashed against the incredibly sharp, pointy rocks of failure if things don't work out in my favor. 

That's all.