The Kansas weather goddess has decided to send out another cold spell.

The sky is gray and the wind is biting.

Lured into buying individually wrapped prunes by pretty packaging and clever marketing. Or at least as clever as really can be expected for someone hawking prunes. Choking two of them down nearly made me vomit. So if you have a killer craving for 18 individually wrapped prunes let me know.

My desire to do anything but laze about and watch bad television seems to have disappeared with the warm weather. All of my bedding is in a big pile waiting to be put back on the bed.

Tonight need to force myself into enough homework to slide by for another week since the weekend is dedicated to clinical hours, 12 Saturday, 12 Sunday, plus the drive back and forth.

I'd like to do something that gives me a feeling of having really done something other than spin my wheels in the mud.

Soon.

Please.