Snow: My Winter Friend

Working for the government is like being back in school: when the weather gets bad, there's no work. And you find yourself watching the closings scrolling along the bottom of your TV screen, growing more and more anxious as it gets further along in the alphabet that you will see what you have been waiting for. And when you finally confirm what you have been not so secretly hoping for all this time, you run around the house screaming, singing, and celebrating the fact that you can sleep in tomorrow and spend the entire next day doing nothing. And you stay up late that night and probably eat junk food and it sort of feels like Christmas. Snow does that to people. It's magic.

We've had around 6 inches here and it's still coming down. Andrew and I spent our free day hanging out, sleeping in, eating too much, and trying to stay warm. I got a chance to work on my quilt and I am so close to finishing. Tomorrow maybe. Because yes, we're out tomorrow too.

Warning: Winter Weather Coming

I am going through withdrawals: sunshine, green things, warm skin, feeling in my toes. I thought this disgusting thing called winter in January was over. It was 70 degrees this weekend (which we took full advantage of). But then the weather man tells me this morning that more winter weather is heading our way. And that tomorrow, and especially Wednesday, the temperature will have a hard time getting above freezing. Great.

I am going to have to work overtime this week imagining my own little world where it is 86 degrees and so sunny it almost hurts to open your eyes. And there will be plenty of black-out sunglasses, floppy straw hats, soft green grass, and popsicles that stain your lips red.

I think owning this swimsuit will make this imaginary world seem more real. At least that's how I justify this purchase. And then I can put it on, lay in bed under a mountain of blankets, and imagine my glamorious self right in the middle of the dog days of summer.