It got down to the lower teens, much warmer thatn Fayetteville's single digits. I'm glad I'm (a) here and (b) still in front of the fire. THere's something special about writing in the relative warmth of a fire. Perhaps I should try writing outside in the relative cold? Maybe it would spare you guys some length of entries.
We're not planning much on account of the refrozen roads, though we do plan to go to church for the Christmas Eve service tonight. My Dad and I might venture out so I can become non shaggy and get a haircut. Hopefull, there will be a barber working because I really don't want to have to take scissors to my own hair. That could be scary.
That's about all from here. I'm going before I bore myself further.
