Listening to big clods of snow slide off our roof. Wondering, like last week, is this our last day to enjoy being snowed in?
Heard a pop! from the 30+ year-old tv in my bedroom. The picture shrank to a narrow line in the middle of the screen. A burning metallic smell. Unplugged it quickly. Watched it in my bedroom as a teenager, moved it five times during my marriage. It may be about time for a new one.