Rain is flinging itself against the windows. The wind is rising, and still we hear the ominous *crack!* and *thud!* of falling branches.
Inside, though, a fire burns in the woodstove. Our kitties have turned their adorable levels to eleven; there is much snuggling and purring to be had.
I have to go to work tomorrow. There's a group of 6th graders coming to the store. I'm the 'yammer about books' girl, so even if it's crazy icy and gross, I have to find a way to make it in to the store. Which, by the way, more about at a later date. But for the next two weeks, I have to be there on Thursday.
grumble. grr. grawr.