Benny & Adam on top of another snow hill I shoveledYes, my arm is twisted behind my back right now. Chellie is pretty amazing to be able to twist an arm so tight while holding darling little Scarlet. But I have now entered the blogging world. I am going to be making this a private blog but that will come at a later date.
There are no promises of frequent entries. Not that I live a boring, dull life but my memory is very short. I believe this comes from insomnia. Which also causes many other very ugly side effects that I'm sure will come up at a later time in this blogging history. Last night I slept for a total of 30-45 minutes. I know this because the last time I tried to count from 100 backwards it was 3 a.m. The next thing I knew I was dreaming and all of the sudden I dreamt I was late for work. I jumped up, it was 4 a.m. I had to get up at 4:20 anyway to leave for my very infrequent job at Curves. So I laid there for 20 minutes. It had snowed all night. I had the privilege of shoveling the huge sidewalk at Curves. The bitter cold wind woke me right up while I shoveled powdery snow with a cracked shovel for 45 minutes. But I loved it. I loved being outside at 5 a.m., just me and all the snow plow drivers. It was a very peaceful morning to an ugly terrible night.
