Snowy Thoughts

It was snowing when I woke up this morning, and I’m pretty sure it’s snowing right now, and it hasn’t stopped snowing at any point in between. At a rate of x snowflakes per second over a period of n hours, that’s a lot of snow. I shoveled the paths this afternoon, and by dinner they were already covered again by several inches of snow. Bah.

I’d like to think that days like today suit this little house and bowl. They came from the Isle of Mull, and what could be more homey to them than grey skys and high winds? I was disappointed with the weather for a number of reasons, but namely because it prevented me from taking Minnie for our daily walk.
We’ve been walking about three miles every day, which is just the right distance to take the edge off Minnie’s energy and to make me feel like I’ve made an effort. Well, I needn’t have worried about missing out on my own physical activity — shoveling the paths was such hard work (we’re talking about ten to twelve inches of damp, HEAVY snow, whew), I crawled through the door afterwards, crying for a cup of tea. I nearly crumpled into a heap on the floor when I saw that my mug was all the way in the other room.

It sounds like a lot of schools and businesses in the area will be closed tomorrow, and now the joke’s on me for working from home. Oh, I suppose having a great job and a super boss and all that outweighs one snowday, if I’m going to be fair. But seeing a sea of white outside my window doesn’t really inspire industry; it makes me want to curl up under a duvet and read. Oh wait! That’s part of my job! Score.