more something than a wet hen

I'm glad our chickens are still alive this morning, considering the ice that blew sideways and almost non-stop last night. They have a nice, sturdy hen house, but it couldn't have been too warm in there. For some reason, those hens strike me as the most delicate creatures here at Casa Brackett, but maybe that's not the case. They do have built-in down jackets, after all, and they have survived some fairly dramatic events in their not-quite-one year of life.

I sat up in the middle of the night (awakened by the tic-tic-tic of ice on the windows, no doubt) and realized the room was swimming. I don't feel sick, but there's some inner-ear thing going on, messing with my equilibrium. When I finally got to sleep again, I dreamed of boogie boarding, which is one of my all-time favorite things to do (except when a rogue wave overtakes me, turns me upside-down and scrapes my face on the bottom of the ocean/fills my breathing apparatus (apparati?) up with salt water, which happened once at Santa Monica many years ago). Other than that, body surfing is the best. Unfortunately, in my dream, I was lacking a board and didn't have much time to find one since the sun was going down. Sounds a little ominous.

The kids have yet another snow day today, which means they might not actually get a summer vacation in 2008 considering all the snow days we're going to have to make up at the end of the school year. No matter. Summer is a completely abstract concept at this point anyway.

Let's see...what other random tidbit might I blog about today? Oh, the husband and I watched "We Were Soldiers" last night. He'd seen it, I hadn't. Mel Gibson's Texas accent aside, it was a good movie as far as Vietnam flicks go, but talk about a buzz kill. (Then again, I'm not sure most Vietnam flicks are intended to make a person feel all warm and squooshy inside). All I know is this: The man owes me a chick flick evening BIG time.Follow @nicole_mcinnes