As I write on Monday afternoon, all is white outside, once again. We are in the midst of a blizzard that has slowed down our corner of the world. Maybe a foot-and-a-half of snow when this is over later today, maybe a little less, maybe a little more—on top of all the snow that hasn’t yet melted from last month’s storm. Al has shoveled half our drive, so far, and is taking a well-deserved break. Thankfully, we still have power and heat.
All appointments and my acting class cancelled, once again. But we’ll catch up, eventually.
Big storms are humbling. And disorienting. Is it Monday? Or still Sunday? Does it matter?
Outside, the birds and squirrels know how to cope without worrying about what day it is or what comes next. I’m trying to take my cue from them.
Stay safe out there, all.
Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.
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