in front of me and behind me

The cold has settled in. I don't think it will be warm again this year and I'm glad for it.
We have made our Thanksgiving plan.
K will cook (and I may help) a Thanksgiving dinner the day before, I will spend the night in the city, I will march in the parade, the boys will go into town to see me, we will take the train home and have Thanksgiving On A Roll or Turkey Warm-Ups or some-such.
We have invited family members to join us for any or all of it so, we'll see.
A co-worker pointed out to me that we were very lucky last year weather-wise. It was about 40 degrees when we arrived at our post and about 55 by the time we marched. It wasn't especially sunny or windy or cold or wet. I can only hope this year goes as well as wet and cold would likely be miserable.
I'm post paralyzed. I've started and stopped posts half a dozen times.
I could tell you about the contest at Middle's office.
I could write about the tiles in our bathroom (leaking again!).
I could talk about the auction (a success I think).
But the stories aren't coming easily.

Somehow, whilst removing my coat and bag on Friday, I dislodged the foam piece on my beloved headphones and now I am musically crippled waiting for a replacement. It disappeared into another galaxy, though I'm certain the moment the replacement arrives I'll find it.

We are invited to a brunch in town to celebrate MFAOA's milestone birthday.
I am in the midst of arranging the annual holiday party.

You see? This is a lot of information and yet none of it adds up to anything interesting.

Well, there's this: in one of the dozens of emails I receive daily, I noted that someone was offering laundry products. I was intrigued. I corresponded. Products were sent!
I'll fill you in as soon as I try them, but I'll tell you right now, the scents intrigue me!