The snow is falling outside. Falling, and falling, and falling. The snow is supposed to keep falling until late tomorrow. Reports are we’re going to get up to three feet of snow. Three. Feet. When will the roads be cleared? No one knows. Maybe never. Maybe I’ll be stuck in m house with my husband and toddler until spring. I’ll emerge, bedraggled, and speaking entirely in quotes from the Wiggles, squinting at the sun like a woman arising from her own tomb. If tombs were filled with stickers, multiple footballs, and a large train table.
Pray for me, friends.