I'd be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That's how I refuel. - Audrey Hepburn

I have this little gadget at the bottom of my sidebar and it's been there, I think, since the inception of my blog.  It's called Feedjit and even tho I know a lot of you are already aware of it and have it installed on your blogs, I have a continuing fascination with mine.  I check it quite often, just to get an overview of who's visited from where.  What tickles my brain the most is wondering how on earth they find me.  It does tell me that many come by searching for the quotes that I've used as my headers.  I think my most popular one is "One ringy dingy" from "Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In", a popular variety show that bridged the time period from 1968 to 1973.  Otherwise, the Google searches I see are not specific for the most part.  I just have to wonder on my own how someone in Paris or Edinburgh or Quezon City or Lebanon, Oregon, found me.

With that said, this morning it's snowing and cold.  29 with wind chills in the high teens.  I awoke to a predawn glow in our bedroom.  When I know snow is in the forecast I love to leave the blinds open thru the nite.  The glow of the natural light outside that filters in thru the sheers is magical and soothing to me.  I guess it's got something to do with knowing it's so cold and snowy outside while I'm hunkered down cozy under the quilts.  I'm hoping the forecast this morning is accurate, only an inch or so.  I have to drive out to the airport later this morning to pick up Dear Hubby and I have to find my way to a terminal there that I've never been to before so I'm hoping for smooth sailing.

I love airports.  One of my favorite pastimes is watching people and what better place to do that?  When I was a teenager my family had the weird quirk of liking to drive to Portland's international airport every once in a while and just sitting there watching all the travelers come and go.  In those days, the 1960s, we could go out onto the huge terraces and watch the jets land in 'real time'.   You could wander all over the terminal and no one ever suspected you of any covert activity if you lingered anywhere.  We also loved to park along the fences near the runways and have the jets practically land on our heads!  And when the military jets would take off, you could feel the thrust of the engines from the tops of your head to the tips of your toes.  What an adrenaline rush!  Especially thrilling for my little brother and me who came from a small town miles from any airports.  The big thrill there was to run down to the railroad tracks in the late afternoons and wave at the engineer and conductor on the freight trains that passed thru town.

I haven't had much time to blog because life has been especially hectic lately.  But Other Grandma should be here next weekend for an extended visit and I think we'll be sharing the child care duties while she's here.  I must admit I'm ready for it.  I am so tired.  Audrey Hepburn's quote so says it all for me this morning.

I have beautiful music playing on Pandora.  The house is quiet and so peaceful.  I think I'll go pour another cup of coffee, snuggle up on the couch with a throw, and watch the snow fall.