I got out into the wide world, in my car even, twice in two days. I feel almost like a citizen of the universe again!
Just in time for more snow tomorrow.
You know I like the old, the decayed, the abandoned. This photo essay from The Morning News tickles all my fancies. Photographer Brian Ulrich has done some splendid work.
Why nothing new from me? Because I spent a giant hunk of my afternoon on the ongoing project: Dig Out My Car. I did enough so that ~ if tomorrow is sufficiently sunny ~ meltage should make it possible for me to escape the back alley for the first time in two weeks.
Naturally, snow squalls are predicted for tonight. I believe the expression I’m looking for is FML.

…and going nowhere fast.
Bonus points if you can name the model from the snow outline!
Snow: Awww, so pretty! Such fun, with the sledding and snowball fights and skiing and snow angels! A winter wonderland! An excuse to revisit childhood, since getting to work is impossible. What’s not to love about snow!
Well, let’s see.
How about: I just spent 3.5 hours digging out my car. I estimate I shifted over a ton of snow. By hand, people! Every muscle in my body is screaming bloody murder, and I know from grim experience that means tomorrow I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO HOLD SO MUCH AS A PEN IN MY HAND WITHOUT AGONY. Typing is already unpleasant.
And we are forecast to receive between 10 and 20 inches more snow beginning tomorrow afternoon.
See the expression on that kid in the picture? That’s me, except times 1000.

Feeling lucky to have heat and power, but kicking myself for not getting some more groceries into the joint. I have enough pasta for a day or two, and milk for coffee, but that’s about it.
Wish I’d bought those snowboots I couldn’t be bothered with.