our high tomorrow is supposed to be 34....Phil, you are just loving to rub it into my face, aren't you???? Well, you just keep rubbin' it in. I'll sit here in my gloomy frigid day after day non stop wet, with the mold growing behind my ears, and the mildew growing in my hair. My poor plants are sitting in their little green house, getting trundled out into the cold weather every morning, and trundled back into the garage every afternoon, without enough sun to warm up their poor shivering little roots. Ok, rant over. Pity party over. I hear that a nice gentle cold mist on the face is great for the complexion. Man, I've got some beautiful skin on my face right about now. Just don't look at the mold behind my ears!!!
Rachel, Praying for you still. Better day tomorrow than today, and Monday will be even betterer still.
Blooie, enjoy your company. toss an air mattress on the floor, and enjoy the visit. Your crock pot meal sounds lovely.