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When it snows...

We had a good dusting of 2-10 inches here, depending upon what side of the lawn you choose to measure. Days like this make you want to stay in bed, warm under the covers. Of course, Friday is my work at home day, so I have to be chugging away, cold, not under the covers.

I stopped at the library because one of my reserve books was in. Sure enough, it was the new Jodi Picoult book. Now, I don't even think that's available in bookstores yet, so someone at the library, maybe not mine, but some library in the system, jumped the gun on the pub date. I don't work for that publisher, so whoo hoo!

We just moved into a new house last month, so things are still in a bit of disarray. For instance, we haven't had the chimney service come look at our chimney, so we can't use it. This would be a total fireplace kinda day. And if my laptop was hooked up to our wireless network, I could work down there, but the software IT put on refuses to recognize my network.

If we had our fireplace cleaned out, which we don't, if I had my laptop on wifi, which I don't, if I had a snow day, which I don't, it would be a perfect day. Since it cannot be, I must strive for semi-perfection. Off I go...

When we know we are having a good day...

There are several different ways my NYC days can go. One gauge is to see how the lights are on the West Side Highway. Some days, you sail through green light after green light. Other days you are racing each yellow to get through them before they turn red. Still other days have your eyes on the prize, knowing that every second counts, thinking you can make it, until reality hits and you are stopped by the red.

But perhaps the best gauge of how my day is going to turn out comes from Podsy. My most favorite toy. My iPod. 40 gig, thank you very much. And proud holder of over 3,000 songs. Every day, I leave the driveway and start a shuffle. Some days, we start out with something cool, from Mr. Stevie Wonder, or the latest ditty from Franz Ferdinand. Other days, it's Wiggles after Nick, after really-lame-songs-that-you-have-no-idea-how-such-a-lame-song-would-ever-wind-up-on-precious-podsy kind of songs. It's almost a foolproof barometer.

When Mr. Elle went away...

DH left last night, to visit his family in Florida. His mom has been ill over the past year, and he thought with the long weekend coming up, it was a good time to make the trip. So Kinder and I have a weekend to ourselves. Plans are to go ice skating and do the shopping that is just not possible with a husband around (Container Store! ) . Hopefully, I can find some other kinder to come and play with Kinder as well. That would help take some of the entertainment burden off of me.

My blog, and what I hope to accomplish here

I think you have to start out one of these things by welcoming people. Of course, that assumes that I think anyone will want to read this. I guess I wouldn't be here if I didn't think that was the case, so, welcome.

I find myself lacking an outlet for creativity. I spend much of my day pumping out whatever brilliant, semi-brilliant, and mostly lame ideas I happen to come up with for someone else. It's probably time I did something for ME. For some, that might mean art. That's fine for my kid, but I got pulled from art class in 11th grade because they needed more people for a new sociology class. Sad, but you couldn't fight the man on that one, so instead of decorating eggs, I was one of the masses carrying them around as "pretend kids."

So, writing. Blogging. It's worth a try. Let's see where this thing takes us.

Oh, and as far as the title of this blog - I used to work in a field where scientific smarty-pants types droned on and on relentlessly about topics I could not care less about. Once, in the middle of a particularly painful rant, the Nerd stopped and said, "Well, of course, that was when cold fusion was hot." Meaning that cold fusion was an area that was easy to get funding for, but it wasn't like that anymore. He probably had no clue that it was a pun, nor did the chuckles of some of us in the meeting clue him in. I've always thought it was a fitting phrase for my life, hence the inclusion in the blog.