Well, the snowstorm we were to get here in the southeastern Adirondacks never materialized...just a fine, nearly-invisible mist, with a bit of sleet thrown in for good measure.
A largely normal day at work--usual phones slammed in my ear and snarky housewives...did get a weird answering maching recording though--someone put their cat on the answering maching--no, really. When you ring up this person, you get her cat on her answering maching, meowing pitifully...probably recorded while witholding its dinner, if I know cats at all---and believe me, I do.
Tried getting into the BBC's Doctor Who website to see the Runaway Bride interview and also the Children in Need special...no luck. Click the button and...nothing happens...ab-so-freakin'-lutely nothin'. But, that's about par for the course, for me, I reckon.
Someone suggested that I write ol' auntie Beeb--yeah, like they will sincerely care whether someone like me gets a download or not. Pull the other one and get real, for pity's sake.
Came home to more threats of shut-off from National Grid...at least they waited until the day AFTER Christmas. Well, at least if I die from the cold, the cornorner won't have to put me on ice, ha-ha, I'll already be frozen!
