My daughter called...

She called at 6:00 pm to let me know that she is at the San Diego zoo, waiting for the otter show to begin. It is 75 degrees there.

Hmmm...

Here it is about 20 degrees and snowing like crazy. The road report has just told me that the highway THGGM travels home on is having a big problem with slide-offs. I am covered with dogs - one on my lap trying to get to the phone, one at my side trying to lick all of the skin off my neck, and one cluelessly dancing around my feet...excited over what, she knows not.

I hear the sound of the otter show beginning, and Daughter hangs up. The garage door goes up, and suddenly the dogs go into 'wild mode'. "Grandpa" is home. This causes them to run, jump, twirl, whirl, and throw themselves at his body as he walks in the door.

Now, generally, I DO try to make that big of a deal over his homecoming. Especially after an hour on a snowy blowy highway. I no longer run, jump, twirl or whirl, nor do I throw myself at him. Instead, I made a roast. It seems he likes that better anyway.

Overly stimulated Max, the one who ate the coffee grounds out of the trash, left a series of scratches down THGGM's arm. It left the kind of marks on which one could write a musical score. I've said it before...it is a good thing that we love these dogs.

Presently, I'm pondering why I could hear my daughter's voice from San Diego, but could not feel the 75 degree warmth. Someone needs to work on improving technology so that it benefits ME more. Why can't the warmth be sent? Somehow, it seems like that would be easier than sending sound. SEND HEAT!!!

Today I never left the house at all. Unless you count the times I had to run into the backyard to bring in my cold and shaking stubborn dog. I am not going to count those.

I need to get out more.