Everything is still at a complete standstill, as local authorities puzzle over that odd, frozen substance coating everything. Could it perhaps be resolved with a judicious application of… grits? Alas, it cannot. (The husband and I are enjoying endless jokes about how this storm wouldn’t have even merited a one-hour school delay up in New England, yet here it’s on its way to a week-long shutdown.)
I am weary and overwhelmed and some decisions have been made but the bottom line is that I am perversely grateful for this break from reality for a few days. It’s easier to blame these feelings of isolation on the weather—which has everyone stuck at home—than to acknowledge how many have quietly turned away from us.
How about a break from The Heavy? It turns out that Licorice is not a fan of the white stuff. Otto told her to man up when she kept glaring at him, but after a short movie, he picked her up and carried her back in because it was just too pitiful.
Poor baby keeps falling through the crust. I know just how she feels, but she’s a lot more fun to watch, I suspect.