What can I say?
As I type, Paul is on the roof of our house sending down snow onto the already amazingly high piles around the house. I have the creepy feeling of being buried alive as each shovelful further obscures the view out our windows.
It really is beautiful.
Not the buried alive, but the scene outside.
Although it's becoming monotonous.
Here's a sight we are very familiar with:
Superman just walked in the house saying, "This is out of control!"
And, then informed me that he's lost his keys out there somewhere.
He's not worried though, he'll find them in the spring.
The highways are closed to truckers, the elderly cannot open their front doors, the kids (and spouses who teach) are home again from school,
and the Governor is saying, "stay home, stay home!"
I'm on the verge of hysterical laughter from the lack of routine and schedule.
But, the sun is shining and well, I'm choosing to let the crazy chaos of it
all just make me smile. It is, after all, Winter in Connecticut!