We had an ice storm today. Well, we didn’t, but there was an ice storm in parts of Oregon today. And we had enough sleet that we’ve got little icicles hanging from the gutters and the trees are covered in ice and the poor rosebushes are weighed down by the ice.
It’s icy is what I’m saying. Also cold.
We’re slow-cooking for dinner (good day for it), and The Bloggess made me laugh.
We are considering sticking around Eugene for a little bit longer than originally planned. Partly, it’s because John is excited about his new band (which still needs a name) and wants to give it a real shot, but mostly it’s because we’re not ready. We haven’t made much of an effort to figure out where we’d go next or how we’d make it happen, and if we go right when our lease is up (which is less than four months from now), we have to be moving at full speed on that right now.
I don’t want to do that, and neither does John. We still like our plan (possibly with modifications), and we still don’t plan on staying in Eugene forever, but we feel like we just got here. There are still things to do. So maybe we’ll stay a little longer.
On the other hand, John is sick again (congested and miserable), for the third time in five months. Maybe it’s the house and maybe we should move.