Well, for those of us in Atlanta, it looks like it’s going to be a long, cold road out of this one. As you can see, although the ice on the roads is melting, they’re still pretty covered, and it’s supposed to go down to 19 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s too many degrees below zero Celsius for me to want to think about right now.
Now that we’re on our second day of enforced staying home, a little bit of cabin fever has set in. Bailey has taken to attempting mind control to get us to let him out (he doesn’t go outside):
Meanwhile, Tabitha has started gazing longingly at one of the pictures Hubby took on last summer’s trip to the Pacific Northwest, which makes for some interesting typing and tweeting with her fat self on my laptop keyboard. Maybe she’s reminiscing about getting us humans out of the house for a while.
I was going to deal with the cabin fever by baking all day, and I did make a batch of yummy blueberry muffins:
Hubby was also climbing the walls, so we decided to head out to the nearest pub within walking distance, the James Joyce. I typically don’t go there since they allow smoking after a certain time, and I did come home smelling of smoke tonight, but it did feel good to get out. It was especially fun after we ran into some friends and met “head busboy” Daniel Acree. It felt like a real neighborhood pub.
I, of course, forgot all about those healthy eating intentions and went straight for the comfort food, a Barbecue Bacon Cheeseburger, and Chimay Red beer:
Hubby enjoyed the fireplace (they have two on the porch):
No, we didn’t sit out on the patio:
Wow, even the fountain lions look cold:
The sun is supposed to come out tomorrow, and I’m hoping to make it back to the office in the afternoon so the week isn’t a total loss. Meanwhile, I’ll watch out for those killer icicles: