The cold won a round tonight, but it had some help.
Right as I sat down to dinner, the fire alarm in the condo building went off. With the TV on, I could sort of ignore. But it got too annoying, and I couldn't tell if the fire fighters were there yet to turn it off, so I figured I would just take Claren for her walk.
I had to switch wheelchairs, and the alarm was getting more and more annoying so I went out with just my parka, hat, scarf, gloves, mask and blanket. No snow pants or poncho. I admit I didn't want to look too dorky to the firefighters either.
I guess it was nothing, though, because by the time I got back from my walk everything was quiet. Too quiet, but it remained calm actually.
Friday, February 9, 2007
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