I have been snowed in all day.
Sure, at ten o’clock this morning, I laughed at the forecast. The sun was shining. Husband didn’t have the gut check as he slid down the hill. Life was good.
At ten thirty all hell broke loose.
It started as a fine snow shower. Nice enough – kind of nice. I love a bit of weather.
At one o’clock, I ran out to take the trash cans back down the hill. I nearly busted my ass on the sidewalk. It had completely iced over.
At four thirty I decided to go ahead and feed the deer. I wish I’d bundled up. The temperature was 12 degrees and the wind was howling.
The deer were early. It’s going to be a bad night.
Husband called to say he was on his way North for an early business meeting. "The roads are dry and clear." Says he.
"Good luck getting home." I say.
I’ve been following the weather here:
It’s completely accurate. I know. I’ve been looking out the window all day.
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