The snow stopped. The last clouds have passed and the sky is brilliant and blue. The drifts are already starting to melt, packing down under their own watery blue weight.
It was nice, this blizzard, this respite from the holidays. A shame when you need a break from Christmas, and it hasn't even arrived yet. What the hell has gone wrong?
I sat by the fire almost non-stop, getting up only to cook, do a little laundry, put the boyos to bed. I read The Chronicles of Narnia for the first time. I read Winnie the Pooh to the boyos. I talked to O. I watched the wood burn. I warmed up. And somewhere in there, my brittle mood melted into buttery toffee.
O has left for work, hitching a ride from a generous neighbor with a truck. Most of the roads have been plowed, but our neighborhood is hilly. Trying to get out is like a fly trying to escape a pitcher plant. There. O just called. The roads are still bad but passable with care.