Swamped with work, jenna sick, me sick, nothing to do but plod along. And I don't seem to have anything to say.
Stay warm Atlanta bloggers. It's Rochester cold down here. Jenna's school's been closed for two days, and one day last week for MLK day, and the Friday before that for non-existent snow. I told her how we used to have to go to school in the deep snow when I was a kid in Rochester, and sometimes the snow was so high we kids would have to form a human chain to walk to school, holding hands as we made our way down Somershire Drive, walking in a rut between banks of snow twice our size so that no one got lost in a drift along the way.
She said, "Well, our snow's not that high here, so I don't have to wear a hat, right?"
I guess she got the point.
