Grey fluff*

Wisconsinites are a law-abiding people for the most part; more of our residents by percentage completed and returned the census than those in any other state.  I know one of the (deliberately) negligent 18% personally; just waiting for the feds to come haul her off to jail.

The wind appeared to pick up on Wednesday night, a last temper tantrum before it headed eastward.  This morning a piece of siding hung by one end, flapping in the breeze.  Thankfully, it wasn't flying backwards enough to break any of the dining room windows.  This happened in the '98 windstorm as well, though on the exact opposite corner of the house.

It was almost - dare I say it? - snowing when I walked out of the restaurant where we meet for Bible study this morning.  The temperatures dropped rapidly last night; the precipitation we had (for all of five minutes) this morning was somewhere between sleet and snow.  Or did I just imagine it?

The high temperature the day I arrive in New Orleans is forecast at eighty degrees.  The rest of that week is "cool" - highs at about seventy.  Perfection!  Belton will be almost ten degrees cooler.  Milwaukee is ten degrees cooler yet.

In non-weather news, we have a departmental meeting this afternoon that includes a special appearance by one of the bigwigs.  My boss has sent out two separate pleas for questions for the bigwig; no one responded.  I had to laugh when he told me that; I'm not sure if people are so awestruck they can't think of anything, or if no one cares.  I did take pity on my boss and feed him several great questions.  Now I'm stuck having to ask one of them.  Um, can you guess which category I fit into?

We are having an office "cleaning day" tomorrow, something we do about once a year.  I've been assigned to clean off the tops of a twenty foot row of file cabinets - "clean" in this case simply means wipe down with a wet cloth.  Lest you think I'm getting off easy, last year I cleaned our work room (scanner, typewriter, miscellaneous cabinets - a double office full) on my own; I was up for a slacker year.  The good news?  We get to wear jeans unless we have meetings. 

*People who don't Think probably don't have Brains; rather, they have grey fluff that's blown into their heads by mistake.-- Pooh's Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne