Baby, it’s COLD outside!

As of 3:30 p.m., it was still only 16 degrees in Cleveland, with the wind chill at a big fat goose egg.

About an inch or two of snow on the ground, lying on top of a layer of ice, making walking treacherous. Yikes!

I’m now wondering where all that mild weather went.


John and I have both been concerned about Bob. He’s been having some serious health issues — liver problems, which have sapped him of strength.

He also can’t eat much. I haven’t seen Bob since September — even though I’m living only two miles from him now — but John saw him at bowling last Friday night and said Bob looks like a skeleton. Shocking, because he’s always been rather stocky.

The doctors thought Bob’s liver problems were due to his overdoing the Tylenol for his back problems, but he cut it out and it’s still getting worse. John is afraid he might have liver cancer and might be at death’s door. I wish I could disagree, but I remember my aunt Jean going through liver cancer and then dying (1978), and things sound frighteningly similar.

Bob had a biopsy done last Monday, and today he goes back for the test results. I’m going to try to call him tonight or tomorrow and see how he’s doing.