3/9/99

Too much snow. Had to cancel my lessons for tonight. I feel awful that I was happy about that. Hey, teachers love snow days as much as kids do.

So when I got home from work I made a few phone calls, then rolled up in a quilt on the couch for the afternoon. Napped. Played the horn a little bit. Made a few more phone calls, vacuumed, decided the trash will wait for next week, since there's a 3 foot snowdrift between my house and the next one. No way am I wading through that just to put out the trash.

One thing did crack me up today: when I stumbled out of the bedroom at 5:15, tucking in my oxford shirt for work, I flicked on the light and found my cat, lying on the floor, wrapped in her favorite toy--a ratty red ribbon that fell off of some Christmas present or another. When she stood up, the ribbon clung to her in various places, and it turned out she'd been rolling around in the outdated calendar pages from my "365 Dachsunds" calendar. Poor Julia staggered through the living room with two or three dachsunds statically attached to her fur, and about 4 feet of red ribbon trailing behind her. She looked at me balefully until I stopped laughing and gave her a hand.