musings from my sickbed

Do you think wetter.de is more accurate than weather.com just because it’s a German website?  Or does host location not matter as the satellites are probably the same?  But when there’s variation, I just don’t know which way to go.  Of course, as both sites are forecasting snow on Monday and Tuesday, I chose to ignore them both.  Snow!  Ha!  Like they’re allowed to have snow before I’ve moved back to America.

Since I’ve spent the past few days deathly ill, rising from bed only to drape myself on the couch to watch Grey’s Anatomy, there have been few bright spots in my life.  But the one that shone the brightest by far was a fashion magazine ad I saw offering this with a year’s subscription.  At home they ply us with tote bags and tshirts, but in Deutschland, they bring out the big guns.  Unfortunately, the German did not seem to appreciate the irony of a fashion magazine handing out deep-fryers, but I trust my reading audience will not disappoint me. 

I meticulously file all of my bank and credit card statements, organize my wardrobe by color, and my produce by weight.  How, how, how is it still possible for me to lose things in our one-bedroom apartment?  It never ceases to shock me when I lose something, mostly because it’s such a rare occurrence.  But when it happens, it drives me nuts until it is found, or in some cases, continues to plague me for the rest of my life, like the Pumpkin Pie of 1996.  Luckily, I found the sweatshirt in question under my pillow, so it’s 10:47 and my work here is done for another day.