I just momentarily sniggered at myself because I thought I had been naming them 2023 and nobody had noticed, but I went back and looked and no, they’re correctly labeled 2024 and I’m the idiot. Per the usual.

So, just sitting around, waiting on the snow. I dunno, seems like they only hit it half the time, so we’ll just have to wait and see. It’s coming from the west, so it’s a crapshoot. Out of the south and you better hold on to your hat, it’ll be a big ‘un. I’m down to two eggs and four slices of bread, but I’ve got lots of everything else, except tomatoes. Oh well. I’m sure it will be fine. I’m just praying the power stays on because I don’t have much wood. And if the pipes freeze I’m for sure up a creek without a paddle. But there’s no sense worrying about it now, because I ain’t going out to bust wood. I need to go buy a generator, once and for all. But it always seems that other things are more pressing. Generators are like tires. Necessary, but not fun.

Finally finished my first book of the year. What should have taken one day stretched out for three whole weeks! As I wrote on my Goodreads review, it wasn’t terrible, it just wasn’t very good. At least not for me at this age. Had I read it in my early twenties, oh sure, absolutely. But I also wonder if it was riding the coat tails of Dolly’s book because it had a similar plot— main character’s alias was Rose, big music star, falls for small town guy. Yes, that’s right, a Hallmark book. Whatever, I’m on Harlan Coben now. He’s been popular with several of my friends, so I’m looking forward to this. I don’t know how I got caught up in that other, but when I find out who put me on that, I’m gonna…. Well, I don’t know, and I doubt anyone will fess up at this point.

My dog is snoring beside me. I took a serious nap today but two hours later I was ready for another one. I think I’m part bear— only wake up to eat and don’t emerge from my den until the freeze breaks. I was sitting here, mindlessly scrolling on my phone tonight and I was like, “oh yeah, my blog”. At least I don’t feel pressure to come up with something super entertaining. Y’all are just patiently waiting me out, I can feel it. I just wanna know if I can do it. I am very much looking forward to entry #365. Well, actually, this year being a Leap Year it will be #366.

I think I hear ice pellets. I hate to move to look, because that will disturb my dog, and you know what they say about sleeping dogs.

I could do with some snow cream…

We watch the weather 
And prepare for the worst
Run the bathtub full of water
But not for our thirst

Get your washing all done
The blankets piled up
Charge your phone and the radio
Curl up with the pup

All the baking is done
The candles are lit 
Books to be read
And now we just sit

My eyelids are heavy
I’m torturing myself
I don’t need to worry
It’s bad for my health

Enough of that garbage. It’s here, and it’s laying. Probably wake up and it’ll be butthole deep to a ten foot Indian. I don’t care. It’s January, it’s supposed to be cold and gloomy. Let it snow. ❄️

Goodnight from Appalachia,

~Amy