The snow has stopped and it is now dangerously cold outside. It never got above 0 degrees today. When we got up, it was 16 below. We haven't seen temps like that in a couple of years. Fortunately, it is supposed to warm up tomorrow and for the next few days.

So we all stayed home today and just puttered around the house. I finished cleaning some cupboards, ironed a bit and am really caught up on computer stuff. It was very peaceful.

Tomorrow, the choir is singing, so I go to mass at 10:30AM, then right out to Rhine to work the shift out there. I will bring my pistol. If it is quiet, I will shoot. Dick said he would take us out for dinner, since I will be busy all day.

I was looking at the song book that I put together for the Deeleys when we used to have sing a longs on St. Patrick's Day, planned by Dad. He had me put some really old, hard to find and hard to remember songs in this book. I found one called Old Sing Sing tonight but can't find Old Herring. The words go this way:

When I'm cleaning old herring.
I'm dreaming of you
When I cut off their heads
And their little tails too
And the smell from the kitchen
Each day stronger grew
When I'm cleaning old herring
I'm dreaming of you.

Later

Mary