Well, we got hit by a doozy of a Spring storm today. The snow started about 9:30 this morning and it’s still comin’ down. The winds have been ferocious. It’s all supposed to be over at around 3 a.m. We’ll see. I’m definitely not holding my breath.
When I got home from work my driveway was snowed in. So, I parked in the only clear spot I could find, went and picked the garbage bin up from where it had got blown over and trudged miserably into the house. The shovel knocked questioningly against the wall as I walked past; I didn’t bother to even glance in its direction.
Instead, I got a blanket and a pillow and I curled up on the couch for a nap. It was lovely. For about half an hour, then I was awakened by a strange noise. It sounded like something being knocked against the house. I thought maybe a downspout had come loose but when I checked, nothing.
I wandered about the house listening carefully, it seemed to be mainly focused in the living room where I had been sleeping — of course. Finally, I came to the conclusion that it had to be the whirlygig thingy on the roof. It sounded as though it was turning with a great deal of difficulty. No doubt because snow and ice was impeding its progress while the wind struggled mightily to make it turn at a thousand miles an hour. All in all it was annoying. I had no choice but to get up and figure out something to do with ground turkey for supper.
I made comfort food. It was good. I read more of the third book of the Millenium Series — The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest, by Stieg Larrson — while I ate it. It was good. Then I did the dishes. That wasn’t so good, but it had to be done. Then I poured myself a glass of port and read some more. Better.
Tomorrow is Friday, I’m glad. It’s been a long week. I’m looking forward to a good weekend, some fun with friends and possibly an end to this damn snow!