So maybe it's minus 14 here. So maybe there are seven inches of snow on the ground. So maybe the rota virus is making its barfulous rounds. My poor sister, Zabella, is in Orlando, Florida, in a hotel with a bad restaurant, tardy room service, and no pool. It's really really hot there, too--and so sunny that she cannot even work on her laptop on the deck because of the glare.
Guess i'll just head over to the church now and give thanks on my knees that I am not in ungodly Florida. Whew--talk about leading a charmed life or what? Don't hate me because I'm freezing to death on the tundra.
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