It's been colder than a well digger's butt for the past few days, and I dread lugging boxes of records in and out of the car. I do not have the right clothes for this type of weather. And since I left my one warm coat at Cousin Gus's house on Thanksgiving, I'm really in a fix. The Husband has about 100 coats, for some reason, so I'll borrow one of his for today, and if I can catch Cousin Gus at home on my way back from town, I'll stop and get my coat.
My old coat really needs to be thrown away, but it's the warmest coat I've ever had. Jacket length, black, knit fabric, washable. It's too big, which is great. But it has tiny (but steadily enlarging) holes in the left shoulder, where I've worn decorative pins that have gotten larger and heavier over the years (to cover up the holes).
Before Friday, I need to shop for another coat and some long johns. Friday night, we are going to a Billy Strings concert and will be out in the cold going to and from the venue. Next week, The Husband has a work trip that will include a "drone show" one night. We'd both like to see that, if we can cope with the cold.
Son #2's renovation project is coming along, despite a bunch of nasty surprises. He's finally laying flooring; it's going down fast. I think that as soon as the flooring is done, they will move in before the rest of the renovations are complete.
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