Blowing And Drifting

My inklings regarding today's Snow Day potential were correct in many ways.  I did, in fact, get to stay home today.  And it was one of those very rare days where almost every school made the decision before a single flake hit the ground.  That should have been some indication.  My school district's name and number were merrily scrolling along the bottom of the television screen at 5:00 this morning and many, many others were soon to follow.  I inkled true!

I was waaaaaay off on snow totals, though.  The flakes began falling in my area fairly early, but the winds have been whipping it about so much that it is hard to tell how much we have.  My nearest guess at this point is somewhere between eight and four thousand inches.  Or a foot.  Whatever...

But it is the nice, light fluffy snow that is easy to remove from one's vehicle, sort of like Hollywood snow.  Hopefully, this means that the wall of white which the plows built around my truck throughout this day is one that can be driven through easily come tomorrow morning.  The snow advisory is staying up until later tonight, so there is really no point in returning the chariot to its usual parking place.  This will just make the plows angry and heaven only knows what they might do to my helpless truck should  it be found parked flagrantly and blatantly in its own parking space.

The day was a productive one for me as I was able to finish and seam up the little baby kimono and now it only awaits a certain Sheep and her willingness to stitch on the ties.  I also started a pair of widdle baby socks just to see how those might look.  And, if what I've got on the needles right now is any indication, there is a great deal of sockie cuteness that is soon to land in my lap.  I'm not normally one to think that something is cute just 'cuz it's little.  But these are better than little.  They are "widdle."  I might just die from the sheer sweetness of it all...

Note:  Those of you who consider yourselves to be connie-sewers of fine whine, get those palates ready.  Here it comes.

It is more likely, though, that I shall expire from a cold.  I thought I felt a little snuffy last night.  And I've had the whole bad-mood-I-hate-everyone-why-not-cut-off-all-my-hair-and-see-if-that-helps-matters thing going on.  Then there was all the tiredness...  And yet, none of this registered as being possibly related to my coming down with something.  Apparently I only get weather related inklings and not anything concerning my own well-being.

Hence, I was rather nonplussed this morning when the aches started.  The sneezes quite took me by surprise.  And the runny nose?  I almost needed smelling salts to recover from the   shock.  Not that they would have worked.  My nose is all stuffed up and there is nothing short of a high powered drill that could get past whatever is causing that little roadblock.  

I am sickly.  Long time readers will know that this is the time where they can get a glimpse into the true nature of The Sheep.  As much as I would like to think of myself as one of those people who suffers quietly or, at the very least, with a little bit of grace, I am not.  I am needy.  Expect some changes in climate and perhaps a bit more or less time exposed to sunlight depending upon where you live.  The world is about to start revolving around me and this could cause any number of planetary quirks.  I am sorry about that, especially if it means you have a longer work day or if your kids won't go to sleep because they think it is noon.  But, it is beyond my power to control.  These things have to run their course.  

And it's supposed to snow again on Friday.  Pass the tissues.  I'll just sit over here and whimper quietly until everyone finally says, "awwww" in a desperate effort to placate me.

SA