Okay okay, so I'm the mother of lies and lies spout forth from my forked tongue of falsehoods and...lies... I should just stop saying anything with regards to schedule. It pains my delicate constitution and I tend to jynx myself.
Currently, branches and ice from the birch tree outside are falling onto the roof (but where does the largest branch land? Why, on the neighbor's truck, of course!), which more or less sums up winter around here. Everytime you step outside, you take your life in your hands. Like a skating rink it is... Better to stay indoors with a book or something.