Cold wet freezing drizzly rain ice stuff

It's cold. It's wet. It's freezing wet drizzly rain ice stuff all over everything.

Nobody in their right mind would do anything but snuggle down with a good book, kindle, blog, or old movie.

Ha! I'm going to the ballet, to see my daughter in several roles and enjoy an evening of fine cultural entertainment among my sneezing, coughing neighbors, but mostly --okay, entirely-- the former.

And here I thought our annual pre-Christmas shleps to the arts center would be over after she grew up! Foolish me.

(Wife! Wake me up when daughter comes on stage... or if I'm snoring!)