snowed

I'm snowed in today with a foot of the thick wet, horizontal, 34° stuff. It has had quite impeccable timing, because it's spring break, and therefore dull and quiet at work, and because yesterday was a very, very, very bad day in the body of April and though I'm not doing much better today, I am relieved to be typing this from in bed rather than at my desk. I'm operating under the assumption that my suffering has a limit and that I'm earning decades of good karma through these past 16 months of firey malaise. Just wait til I'm better, guys. I'll be huge. Also, because yesterday was really remarkably miserable, even for me, I'm toying with the fantasy that I'm boomeranging, and am about to come back out on the other side, the war in my immune system having finally come to a head. Maybe I feel so sick because I'm actually fighting this time. Maybe I'm reverse tracking the descent that happened an autumn ago. That would be more fair than being kicked when I'm down, because I'm over the whole martyr thing.

This snow is sticking to everything, and making me nervous about S having to drive into work for the evening shift, but it's also muffling, and distracting, and turning all the trees into cotton bushes, and so far it hasn't weighed down our power lines to the breaking point, and so far S is still at home and nuzzling me and bringing me muffins in bed. I don't have to pretend!