You’d think with all the snow we’re getting, I’d be blogging more, not less. At this rate, I’m going to have to change the title of this blog to “Damian Weekly.” Despite being snowed in much of the time, I find myself too fatigued to get much writing done, as if my mind and body are settling in for winter hibernation.
We were hit with a big blizzard last week, and of course, my husband was out of town. My daughters got two snow days off in a row from school, which is almost unheard of here. We didn’t play in the snow much because it was so cold and because it was over their heads in many places. I geared up twice, however, to dig out the heating vents on the outside of the house, so that my heater would work and not poison us all with carbon monoxide. The vents are about three feet from the ground, so that gives you an idea of how much snow we have.
At the beginning of each winter, I look forward to the first picturesque snowfall. I relish sitting by the fire with a cup of tea and reading a good book. This winter though, I’m screaming, “Enough already!” We’ve been getting a few more inches every few days. If it doesn’t stop soon, I’m going to seriously consider moving back to California or Florida.