In Huntsville, Alabama, snow is coming down pretty fast. It's too warm to accumulate but it is pretty to watch the big fluffy flakes fall through the outside lights. I just hope the temps don't fall enough to cause ice to freeze on the trees. Falling limbs are not the friend of electric lines. Underground facilities aren't a whole lot of help when the lines leaving the substation are not. The grandsons are so excited and the old folks are just waiting to see how much trouble this will cause. Cheryl, we do have our whites, just in case.
Harry and I took a load (no exaggeration) to the Huntsville Women and Children's Shelter today. It's the first place here in Huntsville that appeared happy to get the donation. The lady in charge of the 'Clothes Closet' (which is a whole room) thanked me more than once and told me that the clothes were a God-send and that they were really needed. I was impressed at how neat and well kept everything was inside the facility. I came away feeling appreciated. Anything I have to donate for women or children will be taken to this facility in the future.
We have several things planned for the rest of the week and over the weekend. (Getting ready for a (coral) frag swap and sale and then attending the function.) Both Harry and I will be pretty tired by the time Monday morning rolls around. After all the activities, while I'm sitting still to catch my breath, I intend to check the weather on the coast. If it's not extreme I plan to smile and flutter my lashes in Harry's direction then ask if we can go watch the Gulf roll in for a couple of days. This is not vacation - it's rest time to prepare for the bleak February and early March days. Vacation is a whole other thing. More on that another time.
It has been a long day. I believe I'll exit, stage-right, just after wishing everyone happiness, comfort, and a long pleasant night.