When it's cold outside, make like a cat and sleep.

We're in for another cold week…it's forecast to be in the 20s, but, alas, no chance of the cold white stuff of which snowmen and snowballs are made.

I washed and vacuumed my car today for the first time in a long time, and squirted Turtle Wax interior cleaner all over myself when I tried to get it on the cloth. The directions say to shake and then put about a half ounce onto the cloth. (In small print it says, Yeah, good luck with that, sucker!) My dashboard looks better now though.

I've been reading several books on writing lately and I know I need to just buckle down and WRITE. I am the worst when it comes to procrastinating. "Write" has been on my to-do list for the past three or four days and I keep thinking of everything else I could do instead. Sweep my room? Read some books about writing? Wash a load of laundry? Wash my car? (heh.) Read MORE books on writing? Apply for jobs? Watch TV? Help Mom in the yard? Pick my sister up from work? Peruse random streets on Google Maps? And don't get me started on Facebook…that site doesn't help at all. (My new self-imposed rule is not to get on until after 6:00 pm. So far I've been able to adhere to it, but the problem is that before 6:00, I don't really get much accomplished.)

Looking out front past the trio of cars, I can see two snow trees just starting to bloom. I don't know what the tree's real name is, but I've always called them snow trees because their blooms are small white popcorn-like clusters. The trees themselves are spiny, scaly things that Mom hates, but when they bloom, they're gorgeous. I'm going to get some pictures of them to post later.