Yes, I need.
We got 8 inches of snow last night, which would have been my post title if it might not attract unwelcome attention. I went out to shovel this morning, just after it turned to freezing rain. While I was shoveling, it somehow turned to rain, although the temperature is, as you can see, 30 degrees Farenheit.
I do not pretend to understand these weather mysteries.
Since Pure Luck is now far away in Chesapeake Bay Bridge State, I shoveled by myself. He had to drive through this mess yesterday, and his trip took a ridiculously long time. To top it off, the cell phone reception where he is staying? Basically non-existent. Two out of two calls: dropped.
He expected to be shooing deer away from his car this morning, so that gives a sense of how out of the way his accommodations are.
This started out to be about weather, but I have added "whining" as a subject, since I seem to be doing plenty of it.
I am working from home yet again, as school, along with everything else, is canceled and travel discouraged.
There is a bright note to be sounded, however, because my darling clergy neighbors have a freshly-repaired snowblower and will be helping me with the driveway. Since the snow now weighs about the equivalent of a Bernese Mountain Dog per shovelful, I love them. Very, very much.
To be clear, I already loved them.
But this is good news on a freezingly frightful day.
How’s the weather where you are? Is your Pixie under the umbrella?