And it came to pass...

Well, dang it. "They" were right. Winter is in the hizzouse. I went out this morning with the dog, barefoot and wearing a sleeveless tank. (I was the one wearing the tank, not Pudge. And he always goes barefoot. Maybe I should get him a little outfit. But I digress.) It was a balmy 65 degrees. It is now in the 30s, and getting steadily colder. I had trouble getting dressed this morning--what do you wear that can take you seamlessly from balmy to frigid? The sleety stuff is supposed to set in overnight, though they're already saying it's not going to stick, and to just be careful on bridges and overpasses. But does that anyone's mind to rest? Nooo. We've already got one employee threatening to stay home tomorrow because of it. Dude--wait and see what happens, you big baby. I need to stop by the grocery store on the way home for a couple of things, but I don't know if I can bring myself to do it. People around here go CRAZY at the thought of snow or ice. They flood the stores, buying up canned goods like they're hunkering down for a winter at the North Pole. It's only supposed to last a DAY. I don't know if I can stand being amongst the idiots, so perhaps I'll make my mashed potatoes sans milk, and just smother them in extra gravy. Mmm...gravy. Sounds like a plan.