Good morning. All is calm here, for now, but I hear the power is out at the slum apartment uptown, so we may be getting Sally, Pat, James, and assorted animals.
According to the NWS this is the coldest Arkansas has been since the winter of 1989. That was a few years before FS got here and even longer before PW got here.
All I know is that it’s warmer in Hurricane!
All is clam here, too, until this evening when I have to go to the Other Folks because Sam will be with his dad tomorrow. Unngh.
Church is at 1000 tomorrow instead of 1130, so I won’t be able to lollygag for any length of time. Then next week, we go at 0900. That’s going to be difficult for me to start with. But maybe I’ll watch from home. I’m beginning to feel the tiredness creep up on me.
In Hurricane, I went three Sundays of the month because I could come home after Sacrament Service. I make it one or two Sundays a month, here, and watch it the other Sundays. It’s just not the same.