Ah, well, with further thought (and being patted on the shoulder by a Colleague who felt sorry for all my tsuris), I decided the ticket's not worth any more of my psychic energy. I'm going to send it in with a check (and perhaps a letter observing the spottiness of parking enforcement on campus) and forget about it.

but next year? They can eat the stinking meatballs cold. Or I'll make something that doesn't need heating.

So, I came home and made TOMORROW'S batch of meatballs (they turned out well and one woman asked me for the recipe, so I guess it was worth it). The balls and sauce are now in the fridge (separately) to await being combined and cooked in the slow-cooker tomorrow.

And, it is snowing, which did a little bit for my mood. I don't think the Evening Activities will be cancelled - it's not like Dallas where it's now apparently Freezing Rain Hell On Earth, it's just a little snow. But that's okay.

See?



That's my house! In the snow! You can't quite see the lights of the Christmas tree in my living room window (the lit window).

You can also see that I walk very duck-footed. And that I didn't close my main front door, just the screen door, before taking the picture.



And Eggbert! In the snow! This is my "small white van." (some of you will get where that comes from). I'm going to have to take a broom and brush the snow off before I go back out in a few minutes. You can see my across-the-street neighbor's icicle lights; those are very big here. I'd have outdoor lights except I don't have an outdoor electrical outlet and I don't have the energy to either drill a hole through my window frame to run a cord through, or cut a notch out of my front door to run one out through there.