And more snow.
Simon snowblowed (snowblew?) the driveway this morning. I don’t even want to think how deep it is now. Deep enough you’d never guess he did a darn thing. In all of this, fighting with the water system.
Yeah – not much fun for him.
Not much fun for either of us.
There will be no KMC trip to Lepsoe tomorrow. I don’t see any way of getting anywhere. Not tomorrow.
And tempers are short and I don’t react well to anger. So today I am unhappy, on the verge of tears and wanting to run very far away. I hate the vulnerability of putting that in writing. But there it is – it’s my blog and I want to be me as best I can here.
Yes, I do censor myself, probably more often than I would like to. But in the end, I endeavour to be genuine.
And with that said, it’s almost time to feed the dogs. And maybe a glass of wine.
I sometimes wish that I was stronger, tougher, more courageous. At the same time, I am who I am – and I’m feeling pretty protective of that “me” right now.