Last night it snowed. It started with rain, and then snow, lots and lots of snow. I'm home today, because our garage door won't open and our other car is surrounded by a wall of snow. I suppose I could have taken the bus, and I might still. It's almost 11 and I had eggs for breakfast. I like scrambled eggs now. Mom's are not as good as my uncle Jim's. But they are good.

I've been cleaning. Mom went quilting down the street so the house is mine. The music is so loud the ceiling of the basement it rattling and I can feel the vibrations when I touch the walls. That kind of sound can't be that great for my ears. Or the house's foundation. I don't care.

Today will be the day of productivity and that being so I now must go and vacuum!