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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Good luck for wrestling with bureaucrats today.
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It drifted beautifully over all the rails.
Good luck for wrestling with bureaucrats today.
Thank you! So far, success. *apotropaic charms everywhere*
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*Inspector Gadget fistbumps* Is it still snowing?
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It stopped in the late afternoon! Now it's just blowing about.
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Re: Apotropaic
You are the only person I know who would casually use that word - or even know it.
Pleezda meetcha!
Could it be arranged, I imagine your correspondence with H L Mencken would be fascinating to read. You may remember that he was the one who - upon request, if I recall it aright - coined the term ecdysiast.