Wading?

Yeah - wading.

As in wading through JELLO.

(We interrupt your regularly scheduled program for this brief moment of whining....)

Is it just me or did someone declare winter?

Yuk.

For the last two days, I would better best bet my last dime that the entire atmosphere around me is like a swimming pool full of JELLO and I am slowly (...very S-L-O-W-L-Y...) wading through it.

And when I talk, I think I sound like an old 45 record that has been put on the LP 36 speed.

Sigh.

Only 49 days 'til the first day of Spring.