....and don't let the door hit you in the back as you leave. I know that Puxatawny Phil has decreed that we'll have 6 more weeks of winter, having seen his shadow, but I don't care. It's glorious here today, well up into the 70's and into the 80's tomorrow. January was awful, the worse one we've seen in the 10 years we've lived here. Just thinking about the electric bill (we're an all electric house) gives me nightmares.
We got through the winter storm last week with very cold temperatures, but no snow or ice, just some rain and sleet.
I had doctor's appointments on Tuesday, one with my retina specialist to make sure that all was still stable, and it was. The other appointment is one I hate, dread, put off as long as I can and then worry until I get the results. You know the one I mean, where they put part of your body in a vise, smash it flat and take pictures, yep that test. Well, it's over and done with for another 2 years (I decided I only needed that much excitement in my life every 2 years) and the results were fine.
Mac always buys me a gift when I go for this appointment to cheer me up and this year's gift brought a big smile to my face---how cute---artichoke tealights.