Sunday at noon, the kind folks at weather central pulled a fast one. They rescheduled the snowstorm slated for Tuesday, upping the arrival time for 3 pm Sunday. They shot my plans into oblivion, and I scampered to reset my battle plan. Inquiring minds need to know—who was asleep at the switch? I expect this type of screwup from the 9-5 circus, but Mother Nature must be angry at someone.
I am agile, quick on my feet, and exhausted. Thirty-three days until the official start of spring, but who else is counting? Don’t be shy. I know I’m not the only one. Anticipation, looking for brighter days with less snow, is my coping mechanism for surviving February. There is something else I track daily.
No matter the challenges and the obstacles blocking my way, I maintain the item at the top of my list as a non-negotiable. Yesterday I wrote…
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