weather

First the temperature shot up into the mid-forties. Then it rained. Then in five hours, the temperatures dropped over 30 degrees. The wind howled. Snow fell sideways. Schools were cancelled, including where my husband teaches and where I teach. Good thing for poor hubbie, since he's sick again with another headcold.

I pretty much spud-butted today. My only outdoor adventure was to fetch the mail. Of course I should have graded papers and developed assignments, but I didn't. It's a snow day! Don't I get to enjoy it, too?

Tangent time: One of those things I think about that is totally irrelevant--when will this fad of unshaven men end? I'm really tired of seeing the stubble. It's supposed to be sexy, but it's not. It just looks unclean and slovenly. Okay, where did this line of thought come from? During my spud-butting, I watched Law and Order, and this actor who is now a regular sports the unshaven three-day growth style. I don't like baggy pants that expose butt cracks. I don't like pierced facial parts like lips and eyebrows. (I've almost gotten used to the noses.) I don't like tattoos on anyone, anywhere. Yes, I'm an official old-fogey. But as George Will once wrote (in one of the few things I've ever agreed with by him), "You can't legislate good taste."

I have a toothache in the tooth that has had a root canal and a crown. That's not supposed to be possible, is it?

It's late. I'm tired. And school probably won't be cancelled tomorrow. Work. Dr. S.