So mom said something about there being a "new" year coming. I liked the old one. Didn't seem to be anything wrong with it, so why get a new one?
In the Chicagoland area, where we live, that new one came in with a bang. It started when mom got home early from work, grabbed the broom and started sweeping the deck. She continued to do that, off and on, for the next day. There was a pile at the end by the stairs.
No, I didn't go out in it. Are you crazy? Mom was supposed to go to work today but she stayed home to shovel off the deck, shovel out the Jeep, shovel the front steps and to the mailbox. She started shoveling part of the driveway until the neighbor across the street with a really loud machine came over and made the snow go whoosh. Now the sun is out and mom says it's supposed to get really cold.
You know what? Wake me when it's warm.
I'm just gonna sleep on the bed.
Happy New Year, everyone. See you next week.