We awoke to thundersnow this morning and a thick curtain of white stuff obscuring all the edges of our world. Greatest Husband thought I was joking about “thundersnow,” so the wikipedia link is for you, baby.
You may have noticed the absence of witty, piercing political commentary here of late. OK. So witty, piercing political commentary has never made an appearance here, but let’s not get all snarky. The truth is, I’m tired and feeling rather beaten-down by the general state of daily life right now. Nothing dramatic, more along the lines of small annoyances and disappointments and snarley, frustrating interactions with other human beings. All of it piling up and growing in dimension like the snowbanks outside. My own late winter storm of sorts.
All I really want to do is shut myself up in my big upstairs playpen and mess around with fiber and needles and threads and paints and books and paper and the occasional trashy reality television show.
Speaking of which, a former high school classmate of mine is one of the current Real Housewives of Orange County. OMG what an embarrassment for her, but I can’t stop myself from watching. What an embarrassment for me!