After the rain stopped last night, the temperature dropped just enough to give us a dusting of snow which is melting now. It’s only 34°, but the wind is gone and the sun is shining. Yesterday, the wind gusts reached as high as 50 MPH but felled none of my pine trees.

Not much going on today. I need to fill the bird feeders and do a wash, and I have the new Patricia Cornwell so that’s a possibility. Yup, lounging and reading are just perfect for the day.

I have lost my muse again and just can’t access the back memory drawers. The only things that came to mind were socks with lace at the top. No, I don’t wear them anymore, but I did at one time, when I was very young. Right now I have two socks with no partners. They took the same route as all the other socks so I have no idea what happened. I think they may be hidden in the corners of some tight fitting bottom sheets. That’s happened before. Speaking of fitted bottom sheets, I just never fold mine well with or without a hidden sock. I try corner to corner and end up with a mess which I hide on the bottom of the sheets in the linen closet. I went looking on youtube for some help and found a great way to fold one if I have lots of time. It had to do with inverting cornets, folding them and then smoothing the creases, but I figure life is too short to spend so much time on a sheet so I’m stuck with blobs which might be hiding socks. They’ll reappear at some time. I’m not worried. Speaking of socks, I hate to throw any away. Many of mine have holes. My friend Clare and my sister Moe have been giving me socks for Christmas, but I just add them to the sock pile. When I have to fold over the tops of the sock to keep the toes inside, I break down and toss the pair or I add them to the dust rags. Socks make great dust bags, even better than the cuffs of my sweatshirts.

Okay, I’m done. If I keep going, I’ll fill page after page and I have that wash waiting.