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And so it goes, and so it goes
Nov. 19th, 2018 10:38 amThis is a moment of venting, please feel free to skip. ( Venting beneath )
It snowed on Thursday. It was allegedly going to be an inch or so of wintry mix that would melt within an hour. It turned into three or four inches that stuck like cold, slippery glue. Aveline (who grew up in the Midwest and thus has a very cavalier attitude towards driving in the snow) went from "Huh, snow" to "Hey, it's sticking" to "...you probably want to go home, don't you". Yeats was sweet enough to be waiting for me at home with the electric blanket and a mug of hot spiked tea (he got his first snow day of the year, since it was even worse over the state line where he teaches, and the county called off school that morning), and we spent the day sharing PS4 time, as he is rampaging across irradiated West Virginia in Fallout 76, and I am rampaging across ancient Greece as Kassandra in Assassin's Creed: Odyssey. I sent pictures of the snow to my folks in TN and GA with the caption "the winter of my discontent".
This morning began with grumpy Yeats, as there is no one more disgruntled than a teacher who has to slog through a day and a half of work before a holiday, and me spilling coffee all over my good work khakis. Hoping for improvement, or at least maybe the sun coming out.
Reading Log: What If It's Us by Becky Albertalli and Adam Silvera; Dumplin' by Julie Murphy; A Study in Honor by Claire O'Dell; Archangel's Prophecy by Nalini Singh; Muse of Nightmares by Laini Taylor; We're Going to Need More Wine by Gabrielle Union
It snowed on Thursday. It was allegedly going to be an inch or so of wintry mix that would melt within an hour. It turned into three or four inches that stuck like cold, slippery glue. Aveline (who grew up in the Midwest and thus has a very cavalier attitude towards driving in the snow) went from "Huh, snow" to "Hey, it's sticking" to "...you probably want to go home, don't you". Yeats was sweet enough to be waiting for me at home with the electric blanket and a mug of hot spiked tea (he got his first snow day of the year, since it was even worse over the state line where he teaches, and the county called off school that morning), and we spent the day sharing PS4 time, as he is rampaging across irradiated West Virginia in Fallout 76, and I am rampaging across ancient Greece as Kassandra in Assassin's Creed: Odyssey. I sent pictures of the snow to my folks in TN and GA with the caption "the winter of my discontent".
This morning began with grumpy Yeats, as there is no one more disgruntled than a teacher who has to slog through a day and a half of work before a holiday, and me spilling coffee all over my good work khakis. Hoping for improvement, or at least maybe the sun coming out.
Reading Log: What If It's Us by Becky Albertalli and Adam Silvera; Dumplin' by Julie Murphy; A Study in Honor by Claire O'Dell; Archangel's Prophecy by Nalini Singh; Muse of Nightmares by Laini Taylor; We're Going to Need More Wine by Gabrielle Union
