Afternoon. Tom was grilling chicken for me, but he forgot about it. Fortunately, the grill wasn’t damaged, but now we’re out of propane as well as chicken. I had some fish in the freezer.
What I really want is wine and pretzels, but I don’t have any, and I’m not going out in the cold to get it.
Ohman. I hate when the wine and pretzels run out just before the chicken is deemed to be charcoal. That really sucks in the cold weather.
I just caught the weather...all 50 states have below freezing somewhere, and I’m sure that includes Hawai’i!
Here? Pahrump had freezing temps last night, and of course, Mt. Charleston is living up to the name of “mountain.” Me? It’s actually 63 here, which is probably an anomaly in the thermometers. I’m still wearing a thermal shirt and my trusty fleece vest from Alaska (sadly, I think this is the last winter I can wear it, as the zippers are shot and the fleece is getting stiff) and have turned on all but one lamp in here, trying to warm the place up.
I really don’t do winters...not since I almost died from shock.