I'm now really glad I went out on Saturday. I mean, it was already snowing and fairly ucky out then, but I went out. And I haven't left the house since. The federal government and my office are closed tomorrow. And yet I'm not really going crazy. I have to buckle down and do work tomorrow, and I have to finish digging out my car. I've lost all sense of time. Lucy today mentioned that it was Monday. That threw me off. This is the fourth day of my "weekend." I'm trying to figure out when I'm going to get back onto a normal schedule.
Anyway, there has been much watching of fluffy movies and much reading. And sleeping. And relaxing. It's all good, except for the minor fact that we're all craving foods we can't have--pizza, or Chinese, or Thai, or quesadillas. Stupid being snowed in.
Current song in my head:
"There She Goes Again"