The sun is searching for a place to stay
We are estimated to receive a foot of snow in the year's first winter storm, which is busily plastering over our windows as municipal snowplows bang in the street outside. I can't tell yet if staying inside for snow feels altered by this year of staying inside for plague, nine months now and no nice due date to point to. Lately I have been falling asleep in the evenings and waking after midnight when I would prefer to be winding down to sleep. Tomorrow I have to call the kind of bureaucracy that's trying to kill me, not the much rarer kind that I was so pleasantly surprised to deal with last week. I couldn't catch the real sodium-pinpointed wind-blue of the air no matter how I tried, but I liked watching the white sand of the snow blow past our back deck.



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I am about to** venture into that sandy snow to see how our driveway looks.
**in a manner of speaking ... I still have to get dressed.
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Thank you! It seems that "turn it off, kick it a couple of times, turn it back on" works on government websites, which is horrifying.
(How does your driveway look?)
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"I just need to put more gas in this, and then I could clear that for you," he offered.
"Thank you very much, that would be wonderful!" I said.
He was out of gas because he'd been clearing snow from that paths across the common areas in the development.
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That's nice!
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