It’s snowing again. AGAIN. I opened the door yesterday after the blizzard was over, and Mona went barreling out into the snow and buried herself head first in the drift in front of the door. The dogs haven’t had a decent run in weeks, all I do is shovel white stuff, and I’m getting a little CRANKY, especially since Krissie really has to wait to come down here until I can clear some of this mess away, which I can do easily if it would just STOP SNOWING. Forecast for tomorrow: Snow. Forecast for right now: Snow. Forecast for me if it doesn’t stop snowing pretty fucking soon: Frustrated ranting followed by brownies.
To avoid that, I’m trying to find my happy place (hint: there’s no snow there) and look forward to Krissie’s visit. I’d give you a picture of the cottage but at this point, having been holed up in here for weeks, if I put up a photo of my living conditions, the county health people would be by to condemn the place, so I’ll go with one of my assignments from the Brene Brown course this week, which was to collage what gives us comfort when the pain in our lives gets overwhelming (Alison will tell you about it next week). The main takeaway as I look at it now? It looks WARM. Also key: No Snow.
Hope you’re all warm and happy (or cool if it’s hot where you are). I’d write more, but I have to go stare out the window at what is truly a beautiful snowfall and snarl obscenities at the weather gods.