Gone, Baby, Gone.

It's snowing, so Brian and I decided to stay home. What's that? Why, yes...we do live in Maine where snow is common and the world doesn't stop over a few inches. However, we're expecting a foot, maybe more, and the state troopers are encouraging everyone to stay home. The roads are bad and visibility is shiteous, so I have no problem being a scaredy-cat and hanging out at home today.

I've been singing the blues lately. My low point came yesterday when I was suddenly wracked with sobs in the shower. It's not easy to shampoo and rinse as you cry your eyes out, I learned. My fit of hysterics lasted well past the shower and I might have freaked Brian out just a tad. Then the cat shit such a powerful load in the litterbox that I was rocked back to reality. Thanks, Nellie.

I'm much better today and so is Brian. These are trying times for us, but thank God it's not the 'us' part that is breaking down. We are as solid as ever, even if things around us are not.

Today I am shaving my dry, dry legs (this winter has been HELL on my skin) and catching up on my reading. I've just started Junky by William Burroughs and I have about 50 other books waiting in the wings. I'm going to watch the lovely snow fall and gloat that I don't have to be out on the roads. I have emails to write and cards to send and movies to watch. It's going to be the start of a great weekend.

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