Well, March has entered like a lion. Just as I was breathing a prayer of thanks for a mild February, this hits. (I see a triple anagram: this shit hits. As an elderly relative used to say, “shit, shit, and triple shit!”)
We’re under a deep layer of fluffy snow. The trees are again gorgeous in white. A fire is going in the kitchen, and the cats are basking in the tropical warmth that they love so much.
School is canceled, but I’m hard at work finishing the Guild exams. A few things have not turned out as I had hoped, so I am fixing (or doing) them now to put in the mail, probably tomorrow. It’s nice to have a break in the commuting routine.
The quiet is pervasive and most welcome. If I pause in my typing, or when the record ends and the turntable stops, I hear nothing but the quiet of the woods. Wonderful. I think snow is a good acoustic barrier!
Popping my second can of…Polar™ cranberry-lime seltzer. (What did you think I would be drinking before noon?) The can features a big white polar bear…appropriate for today.