Not much to report this evening. The morning started at 5.5 degrees at 7:30 AM and rose all the way to 15.8 degrees at around 2 PM when the sun very briefly broke through the cloud cover that had been producing off-and-on snow showers much of the morning.
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I sat home nursing something of a stomach bug and feeding the fireplace while Terry went down to a funeral mass this afternoon for a friend of hers from Curves and the church. A 73-year-old woman in apparent good health, she woke up with back pains last Thursday night and went to sit in her recliner. When her husband got up and went to see how she was doing, she suffered a massive heart attack and died holding his hand. Poor woman never knew what hit her.
This evening, the Ladies Guild from the Holy Child had their annual Christmas dinner in Mansfield at the Wren's Nest.
The Photography Club had its meeting tonight, but I stayed home in front of the fireplace (and near the bathroom) unsure of how my stomach was going to behave. So far, so good.
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I was disappointed that I couldn't watch the Giants-Vikings game last night. If it had been played on Sunday when it was scheduled, it would have been on Fox here in north-central PA. Apparently only around 4 or 5 percent of the nation was able to tune it in. Guess that's what happens when dealing with last minute switches. They probably didn't figure there were Giants fans out here in the sticks.
Sorry to see Brett Farvre's streak come to an end at 297 consecutive starts, but let's be realistic. As great as his season was last year, this year he really was stinking up the field and showing his age. He may have been a Man of Iron, but there was an awful lot of rust on that throwing arm this year. His retirement should start immediately. And be irreversible.
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