The sun is shining brightly and the snow is melting. It’s still got a long way to go, though. And I suspect the roads will be nasty again tonight as soon as it gets colder and refreezes.
Reading: Now I’m reading Touched By Light by Catherine Spangler. She’s a new-to-me author. The book is quite good but it’s another case of the cover bearing no resemblance to the story whatsoever. What’s up with that? At least it bears no resemblance to anything I’ve read so far and since it’s set in Houston & San Antonio and the cover looks vaguely European, I’m kind of baffled. Guess I shouldn’t be since there seem to be a lot of covers out there that appear to have nothing whatsoever to do with the actual story. *g*
Today is the birthday of comic actor W. C. Fields who was born on this date in 1880.
Well, we had sleet and freezing rain for part of the night last night. Now it’s snowing. They’re predicting 7 to 12 inches! Just think! A few days ago it was in the 60s! It’s slated to keep snowing through tomorrow morning. Much to my surprise, it seems the “rain is wet” crew were actually right with their forecast this time around!
In a freaky weird coincidence, late last night/early this morning I posted on Facebook that the sleet was “tap tap tapping” on the window, a la Edgar Allen Poe‘s poem The Raven. Then I discovered when I got up this morning that poem was first released on this date in 1845! How bizarre is that?
Until the other night during the figure skating exhibition, I had never listened to any music from Lady GaGa until Johnny Weir skated to her song Poker Face. Now I am hooked on her music. How the heck did that happen?
Not a lot on tonight. Caprica and Ghost Adventures. So I’ll also be catching up on recorded stuff.
Read through the final pages of the Greek gods book. Discovered some loose ends I forgot to tie up. Oops.
Reading: Finished up Dial Om for Murder which was a fun read. Then I read All the Wrong Moves by Merline Lovelace who’s branching out into the mystery genre from romance. It was a fun read too once I got past the whole saguaro cactus in Texas thing (one mention in the book and all over the cover). There are no saguaros in Texas. Saguaros grow only in Arizona and a small portion of California. This has been a pet peeve of mine for years. *g* But people who’ve never lived in the desert always persist in thinking saguaros grow everywhere in the desert. Heck, even I used to think that until I moved to Arizona. So I guess I should cut other people some slack. But where’s the fun in that?
“Who put the goat in there?” 
