I’m writing to you on my second snow day in a row, trapped in our apartment. The stir-crazies have not yet kicked in but that could be thanks to the cooking and baking and reading and movie-watching and cleaning I have done.
I like to keep busy.
I hear that our weather has made it past local news so you probably know that yesterday Seattle was dumped some 4-8 inches of snow, more in outer-lying areas. There were absolutely no flakes when we went to bed Thursday night and I asked Mother Nature to deliver snow because I really wasn’t feeling like working. Selfish, yes. And then when we woke up, white everywhere!
Mr. Darcy’s work didn’t close yesterday despite constant snowfall which prompted all schools to close and garbage pick ups to cease among other things. The nerds need their products! We actually got in a bit of a tiff over him going into work. He doesn’t have snow tires or chains and despite having grown up in worse winter storms, our streets are not that well maintained for these types of weather and we’re in a neighborhood full of hills. He managed to make it across the water to the east side along with five other co-workers. They were there all of 30 minutes when the powers that be closed the office. Ridiculous! So then he had to risk life and limb to get all the way back. He tried again this morning but only got as far as the driveway when the freezing rain drove him back upstairs. I’m selfishly happy he’s here because I kinda like him and would appreciate him staying alive a long time. Though come this weekend we’re going to need some alone time away from each other because this is a lot of togetherness.
It’s been a really weird work week since my office was closed on Monday for MLK, Jr. day and then everyone was watching out the windows all Tuesday to see if they should run to the store before heading home to beat the storm. I stopped at a store on the way home and it was a madhouse. I’ve never seen so many people shopping on a Tuesday afternoon. There were a lot of single-looking guys wandering around looking lost holding cans of ravioli and sacks of bread with packages of lunch meat. Maybe the rains will stop being freezing and will wash away some of this ice and snow so I can return to normal life- going to dance class and work and, you know, putting on a bra and make up.