Guess who finally had to get reading glasses. They're hard to get used to; now every time I look beyond one foot in front of my nose, everything is blurry. Complain, complain, complain.

OH MY GOD KATEANDJIM! You finally managed to post a comment!! OOF -- fell off my chair, there. Ow.
Anyway, nice to see you. Yes, I am sure my fashion sense is the envy of all the women in town. Soon they'll all be wearing ski pants and fur. Eh? Can't see it.

Scott's feeling well enough today to come upstairs and ask me pointedly whether I've been into the chocolate again, and why I always put the wire things that hold the chicken in place in the roaster in the wrong way. Well I DON'T KNOW! What is the right way? And why doesn't he tell me? Probably because he doesn't dare. I am so scary.

He's feeling improved enough to go to the other house for more firewood this afternoon and to go out tonight to start on an estimate for an addition someone wants built next summer. I don't think he should have set foot out the door so ... guess who won't be filling the hot water bottle for him tomorrow if he ends up flat on his back again, whining about how horrid he feels. With luck he's on the mend. Or else I might have to kill him.