Looking ahead

We have a forecast for snow, it is in fact already falling. And so I have tubbed up and frozen 4 quarts of a better variation of pesoles. There's a really nice burn in the back of my ears from tasting the chipotle broth. All of the furnaces I tend are burning and there's a chicken waiting for its bath tommorrow. Yes, I have problems- my mattress on the floor will poke me with springs and I have to find a job. The sign for Molly's got installed but will not illuminate. But I have done my very best for today. I have to figure out why the laundry flings itself against the dryer door and causes itself to stop. The younger daughter wants to know how to tell a boy car from a girl. A hundred Valentines want glitter and varnish. Tommorrow. Tommorrow is another day.