Sitting here during the biggest storm in the last 5 years, with a extremely sore throat, feeling like something the dogs found under the rose bush, one can get a bit melancholy.

Last night I had to get the big pillow out of the closet so I could sleep sitting up, then couldn't sleep because of the wind and pounding rain. Then the youngest dog wanted loving, the storm scared her. While I'm scratching her tummy, our boy kitty, sonders up and plops his rear right on the dogs head, causing the dog to jump up and wake up my wife. With my sore throat I can't talk and can hardly whisper, so I can't talk to her and the dogs back trying to get between us again to get some more loving. The boy kitty has decided to jump on my dresser, thence to the shelf, there on to the curtain rod. When he gets to the end of the rod, he can't turn around and wakes us up again.

So here I sit being a layabout unshaved in a house dress and sweater with my wife at work, myself rained out, and too sick to work. I'm still trying to get the gumption together to make some warm lemonade, so i can dump in some honey, and rum^h^h^hvodka to sooth my throat and loosen my sinuses.

With my thick head i can't get my brain around timing my juki serger and the air compressor is much too load.

I have 10 skirts that I really need to finish up the serging on. We haven't been sewing enough so I think we might be a bit short on stock for our booth at the Mr Dickens festival first weekend of February.

OK I put the kettle on... Time to think about sustenance.

Robi