I know, I know, everyone’s been kvetching about the weather, but seriously, it’s March THIRD and THERE IS A FREAKIN’ SNOWSTORM OUTSIDE. It will snow all day, basically. Or sleet (let’s pretend that’s a verb). It will be wintry-mixing all day, which superficially sounds really cool as if you’re doing a new dance at a cocktail party or something but in reality is just brutal, miserable, no good, blah weather designed specifically to extinguish the last spark of humanity and warmth in your soul.
In other words: grrrrrr.
After a full day of bouncing about with the baby, my eyelids are magnetically attracted to the bottom of my eyes, and I’m fighting a futile attempt to keep them from dropping. I’m just sad that I have to go to sleep to the sound of misery pounding on my windows.
(Also glad I can type blindly, more or less…comes in handy when you’re writing a blog post basically with your eyes closed. Hey, look at that, much fewer typos than I thought!)