Those are the words that I have been telling myself for a while now. Every day that I allow to go by without blogging makes it a little more challenging to return and I do hope to...return that is.
There's not a whole lot going on around here beyond the storms that have been coming since the first arrived on January 27 leaving us with...wait for it...27 inches (68 cm) of snow. The irony. Once upon a time, we had a plow and a
snowblower — two snowblowers actually. One belonged to my sister; the other John sold for a song. Now we have four arms, four legs, and two backs. None of them are working too well. In fact, my excuse for not being here a little earlier is that I couldn't lift my elbows from all the shoveling and scooping. ☺
While we may not be in great shape, the luge is doing splendidly.
Nothing more to report from this corner. Are you buried in snow, too?