Now, I have to start PACKING for the trip. Isn't life sickeningly cyclical? (Dare you to say that five times fast...)
It rained/snowed/gushed ick from the clouds last night, and so today the world looks sort of blah without the snow on the trees.
We're about to get a major snowstorm here-around a foot predicted. First the rain, now this. I hate winter.
Can't think of much else going on. I'm finding tea harder to make when you actually have to heat the water yourself; it's making me miss the cafeteria with its automatic hot water maker. I think I've been spoiled.
Mom and Dad are supposedly going Christmas shopping down south today; that's probably when the stuff for Harlaxton will come out and get sorted. This is going to be a long day...
If we aren't buried in horrible, terrible snow I will write you tomorrow. If not, you know I have eloped with Frosty the Snowman's brother and gone to Acapulco to become an instant widow.
Cheers,
Bec
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