3°f, -16°C at 8:30am. Clear skies.
Brrrr! From 41° on Sunday to 3° this morning. What a roller coaster! And my Larry was out of the house by 6:30 for his 9:00am appointment in South Charleston, which is about an hour and a half away. But he had to warm up the truck and take it to the top of the hill, then warm up the van for his drive, because the van uses about a third less gas than the truck.
The dogs and I are keeping the home fires going,and the faucets dripping, just in case. Our water really doesn't have issues with freezing off until it's 10°f below zero, and even then won't freeze if we leave faucets dripping. But still...better safe than sorry.
Not much else to write about today. I canned more pasta sauce yesterday, and my stack of jars that need to go out to the cellar is getting pretty big. Tomorrow's job.
I also sorted out my shirt drawer and my shoes. Even though I have a general rule that it's one thing in one thing out, these things seem to multiply in the dark! While I wasn't feeling well, I wasn't as good about following that rule.
I worked through three drawers in the kitchen too, so surprising what I found! Things I honestly didn't know I had, like a garlic press, a second four-way chopper, chopsticks...the chopsticks hit the trash, the chopper went into a booth tote, and the garlic press got moved to a better drawer. But lots of other odds and ends were in those drawers. It's like an archeological dig sometimes. I will get into a few more drawers today.
Finished my book, Murder at Honeychurch Hall by Hannah Dennison. I don't think I want to read any more by her; I dislike books where the main character gets pushed around and used and abused by everyone else, so put-upon! Usually this character is female, which is even more aggravating. I want to shout at them, "Get a backbone! Just say no!" Then there are times when characters just don't do what anyone else would---like when the doing runs off with £5000, and the main character can't find it, does her mother immediately demand to know if she found it when the daughter returns to the house, or where she looked? No, she doesn't. And she doesn't try to find it herself either. Not normal. Now I am reading Be Careful What You Wish For. And guess what? Same type of main character. Sheesh.
Sales at our booths are pathetic right now, as you can imagine. With this weather, who wants to go shopping for non-necessities? January is traditionally a bad month in this business. The up side is that we don't have to worry about restocking. I am pricing things I have sorted out of the house in my routine decluttering, so I will have those ready whenever we get back to normal.
I made these yesterday morning. Mine came out nothing like the recipe photo of apple fritters, more like big soft spicy cookies, but I think I didn't leave them under the broiler long enough to crisp up the top. They were delicious though, and I will certainly make them again. They were a nice change for breakfast.
Well, my teacup is empty, so time to get busy!
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