I have looked Miffy in the eye and…well, okay, I didn’t look Miffy in the eye. I’ll admit it. She’s a wiley foe, hiding the way she is, waiting to pounce. There’s a breeze, but no 40mph sustained winds…yet.
I have chosen an apple turnover to fuel me this morning, to give me the energy I need to survive Typhoon Miffy. And my eleven o’clock project meeting. There was no time to go to the store and buy water and bread, so I will just have to pray that I don’t get a hankering for cinnamon toast and tea. Oh the humanity!
