Here's a surprise, more friggin snow...

I woke up this morning to the sound of squirrels running roughshod inside my attic. The noise became so annoying that my dog (Pogie) wouldn't let me go back to sleep unless I did something about it. This was around 8am and I was totally not in the mood to do anything other than returning to me dreaming of Penelope Cruz and Salma Hayek teaching me Spanish poolside at the Playboy Mansion. But there I was trudging, up the stairs to see what the hell was going on in the attic. After removing what seemed like 50 boxes out of the attic I shined my flashlight all over the attic in search of where those damn squirrels were getting into my house. I spotted a small gap at the base of the attic where the slant of the roof intersected with it. I managed to plug the whole with some old towels and was satisfied that I had done something to improve my house. When I emerged from the attic I promptly threw the boxes back in it and went back down to catch some extra z's.
I knew yesterday was too good to be true. I mean 54 degree weather the first week in March? Could it be that we were in for an early Spring? Of course not. And so 24 hours later I find myself suffering from not only more snowfall but harsh, bitter winds that ripped through my neighborhood unmercilessly. The weather was so bad that I only left the house twice today. I meant to do some grocery shopping but didn't want to get stuck in the middle of the 'whiteout' conditions that enveloped the hamlet of Holbrook (my hometown) in a matter of minutes.
Adding insult to injury, I'm supposed to work outside on a Shell promotion Thursday and Friday when it's supposed to snow again. I have my sis to thank for that. She has to work another promotion those 2 days so she was kind enough to get me the extra work. It shouldn't be too hard but of course it has to be outside. Oh well, money is money and right now, at this particular point in my life, I can't make enough of it.