Yet More Snow

Three more inches last night. On top of the rest from Tues that hasn't really begun to melt yet. They are predicting flurries for most every day next week.

Today I spent a great deal of time making Valentines for next Sunday afternoon's scheduled Valentine's party... a party which may or may not take place. Hopefully if it gets cancelled they will reschedule it for the next week. I'd be very disappointed after making almost 30 Valentine's. I stole the idea from sis in law, but that's alright, right? It involves cooking cornstarch. Fun stuff.

We are starting to run low on supplies; especially in the fresh fruit department. Mom in law had someone with a 4WD pick up her medication. We may have to break out the old 4WD cow truck ourselves and take a trip to town. The trouble is when to do it. Just trying to get the chores done takes up most of the day.

We didn't have to dump any milk the other day, but only by a hair's breadth, and by rescheduling the milking. Hubby waited until after the milk man came yesterday. So believe it or not, we actually slept in until 5 AM. Well, Ellen woke me up at 2 and I didn't really go back to sleep. So sleeping in didn't do me much good.

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