Winter's back for a visit

I woke up to find an inch of snow on the ground outside.  Any time it's bitter cold or snowy, I make it a do-nothing day, except for riding the recumbent bicycle for half an hour.  Oh, I cooked breakfast and washed the few dirty dishes, but that's about it.  

We finally got rid of Directv permanently, I hope.  We have all the stuff ready to send back to them.  We actually are watching TV more, now that we have so many streaming options, although I'm not so sure that's a good thing.  I am finally watching Dexter, after all these years.  I've watched people rave about the show since it was first available, but I couldn't imagine watching a series starring a hero who killed people every week.  Now I am rather enjoying it!

Cliff went to Odessa on this snowy day for a dentist appointment, and found out the appointment is next Monday, so he came home bring a pizza for dinner.  I'm the one who wrote the appointment on the wrong date.  Tomorrow he's supposed to go to one of his specialists, and I'm seriously wondering whether we got that date right.  

Right now we're both sitting on our recliner couch, me on the left and Cliff on the right.  We each have a soft throw cover over us and a computer in our laps, but Cliff is sound asleep, one finger still resting on his keyboard.  I'm sitting here with Gabe, the dog, snuggled up to my left leg and covered up with part of my throw, typing this drivel.

We have some super-cold weather coming, the next few nights:  One night it's supposed to get down to 10°, after I had predicted there would be no more single-digit temperatures until next winter.  Some weather-person I am!  I'd be willing to bet it will go down to 9° just to prove me wrong.

Last week, tilling the garden and planting seeds, I was so much more energetic and positive!  The garden gives me something to do, something to look forward to... even today, with a blanket of snow covering it.  One never knows what sort of season it will be.  I usually expect limited rain.  It seems global warming is in the process of turning Missouri into a desert.  We just don't ever seem to get enough moisture on our crops, gardens, and meadows any more.

On the early spring-like days such as we had last week, I do find myself missing my chickens, cows, and pigs.  Once there's some real gardening to be done, that sort of takes the place of my farm animals in some small measure.  I always hold onto the hope that I will at least someday have two or three hens again; it never hurts to dream, right?

I guess that's all of my little message from the couch.  I think I'll let my recliner put my feet on the floor and go check the mail.

Peace.