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 wish you safe and warm day, with generous applications of warm cats as needed to recover from talking to the bureaucracy.
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The fine dry kind rather than the huge spiraling flakes, but it still built up.
I wish you safe and warm day, with generous applications of warm cats as needed to recover from talking to the bureaucracy.
Thank you! So far, knock wood, so good.