Sonja, good morning. How's it going?
Abra, good luck all around.
Jaimee, which kind of go running?
Joanie, it's morning, how are you?
I've spent 45 minutes trying to get the boys out the door. I give up. They think clothes are demons or something. I miss summer when shorts and sandals were adequate. 45 outside, 55 inside. I need to make some of those mittens with the thumbs open. My hands are so cold. At work every day, I rub my hands together to prevent freezing my clients. Ahhh winter.