I hate snow.

I am now officially sick of the snow.

It’s very pretty. There. I said something positive.

I decided to adventure out and see how the rest of the world was doing. (I’ve been trapped in my house since Friday. I did some shoveling yesterday, so I’ve been outside–but I haven’t been out of the neighborhood since Friday morning.)

I put on my boots, my scarf, my jean jacket, my green coat and my striped gloves. One glove is green and blue, and the other is black and white. I knew it was a good idea to get an extra pair of gloves! I grabbed the top of the yellow broom and used it as a walking stick. I made my way through the ice and slush. I passed a few brave cars and other pedestrians. I passed Angelina’s SUV. It’s stuck. There’s no way to dig it. You can’t fit a shovel in between her car and the car next to hers. And the biggest problem–there’s no where to put the snow! The yards are packed with giant drifts.

The snow was melting into gigantic puddles and drifts, but I felt like a great adventurer with my yellow walking stick. I happily bought some eggs and milk.

Then I walked home.

It was a lovely adventure.

I am so sick of being here!!!

I don’t know whether I need to be at work tomorrow or not. I can make it out if I need to, but it’s not safe. And tomorrow we’re getting another 10 inches of snow! So yeah. . . .

Not. Cool.

Luckily the power only went out for a few hours Saturday night.

I need to get a plan together for tomorrow’s classes in case we’re canceled again. I need to email students lectures and their midterm. Uggh. Too much of a headache!

But in other news, I’ve kept it together with this new eating less thing and I’ve lost a total of 8 pounds. This is good. More than anything though, it’s starting to make a difference in my clothes.