I really should've been brave and gone to the grocery store Friday night, because now there's no way I'm getting there. It may be time to start cooking the frozen seafood. At least we have the staples, of course, and I'm sure there are folks much worse off, but I'm used to stocking up on the weekend. Thankfully we have plenty of coffee, diet coke, and wine.
Here's my neighbor's house in the snow. We have at least two feet out there, though much of the deepest snow is drifts. Rubi had to leap into the air with every step, but instinct kicked in and she was indeed able to answer the call of the wild. I didn't take a picture of that.
Here I am, superimposed on the playroom window. I was trying to take a pic of the snow outside. Yes, I use my camera phone for 80% of my photography, especially during level 3 snow emergencies. You can see my orange-fleece & pigtailed self trying to frame the shot.
It'll be quiet sleeping here tonight, with no cars thumping bass down the road. I keep waiting for some kind of "official statement" or something. Will our street ever get plowed? Will campus re-open on Monday (good lord, I hope so)? Is it ever going to be spring?