Mincemeat

Why mincemeat? Why not. If for no other reason than that my thoughts are so scattered, no once could construct much from them than mincemeat. :>

I'm developing a serious case of cabin fever. The recent spate of Scottish weather is driving me to distraction. Fog? Misting rain? Cold? Send it back to Dundee!! Oh, well. If I can't send the weather back to Dundee, I do have an advocate traveling to Falkirk. Maybe she can prevail upon the Scottish weather gods (or demons) to back down.

To show you the extent of the weirdness: I endured a fit of closet-cleaning this morning! I got vicious and threw out half my shoes in the closet. I haven't worn most of them in years and half of them are covered with mildew from the cold and damp. I packed it all up for Goodwill. (They're good shoes. A few wipes and they are as good as new.)

Another element of weirdness: Jim suggested tonight we get new furniture. He didn't suggest it because he felt overwhelmed by a sense of aesthetic necessity but rather because his couch is broken almost beyond repair and he's looking for something to replace it. Stand by on whether of not this actually pans out. It may turn out to be a momentary spasm....