I found Miss Lilly. A few hours went by but she eventually came out of hiding. She was laying down on the ottoman in the living room, just relaxing like nothing happened. She let me pet her for a few minutes.
Shes fine, everything’s perfectly all right now, we’re fine, we’re all fine here now, thank you, how are you?
The great Mark Twain once said:
Let’s recap, and then look ahead.
Sunday Morning: The temperature reached -11 degrees fahrenheit with a wind chill that brought the apparent temperature down to about -30.
Monday Night: Snow. Not a lot, maybe 2-3 inches, but enough to cover the ground and require plows to clean up the roads.
Tuesday: The forecast calls for temperatures above 50 degrees and rain.
Yes, Mr Twain, you nailed that sucker.
I’m pretty sure mother nature is on crack.
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