Today’s forecast says high in the 70s, but the window thermometer says 42°F, airport 32°F. I understand that many are having it much worse, like the snow storm on the east coast. But I’m tired of feeling like I need another layer of clothing. This is Texas, where heat calls home. Spring had better hurry up.
The chili is thawed, in the fridge, waiting for some action. A chili cheese spud will kick off the menu for lunch.
I am planning on rearranging the auto crates and take them back out on the porch today. Myka will miss them with the mover’s blanket as a bed.
There isn’t much else on the todo list. Open the house and lump is the big event of the day.
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After I fed Myka her wet food (which she hasn’t eaten yet), I started the chili cycle with a pair of chili cheese dogs. The spud will be for dinner.
And when I finished, I opened up the house. 71°F, partly cloudy, moderate southerly breeze. Aaaaaahhhh.