We got the funkiest storm yesterday. I have never experienced a winter storm with thunder and lightning. Don’t you need warm air for thunder? It was in short supply yesterday. (Well, maybe a CEO was talking a lot in Tucson.)
We even lost power briefly, though I had a fire going so the Bug wasn’t terribly worried about it and it was back on before I could get a candle lit. (HOW again did the pioneers manage to knit by the fire/candlelight on long winter nights? Geez.)
Alas, I did not get as much crafting done as I wanted, but since a few of my plans are falling through for the weekend (and it occurred to me that I can stop knitting on this stole whenever I want and just graft ‘er and call ‘er done) I’m feeling okay about the state of things.
The DH is still in Chicago, and the Bug has been asking for him. It’s sweet and heartbreaking, both. Poor little guy doesn’t understand where Daddy is, though he WILL talk to him on speakerphone. (He is fascinated by the little box that sounds like Daddy. Or maybe he just wonders if Mama stuffed Daddy in there after all that threatening… Har.)