Another freezing rain warning for later on today. Should make the afternoon commute for people an awful white knuckle ride about town. Oh joy! May end up being a walking pick up for 3:00pm today if the roads are horrendous. Which, luckily isn’t really that bad for us. An energetic pace could have us from the school to home in little more than ten minutes. Accounting for the shorter stride of my youngest child. I’ve done it in a panicked 4 minute shamble, after missing a warning alarm on my phone while totally engrossed in a project. So not exactly a hardship to walk. Depends on if it is still raining heavily, the road conditions, how iced over the vehicle is, have the town been out salting before hand. Can I even stand up on the front steps. All of these factors will contribute to the math of whether or not I walk vs. Drive to go get them later today.
The storm could end up canceling the kids evening programming with the town, so I need to get through most of this weeks work by eod today. With tomorrow’s PA Day, I won’t get much done with two bored children at home fighting constantly. Oh, two school aged kids, bored stiff, looking to scrap 24/7 can stay home from school tomorrow to hang out with me all day? Oh joy! Really… you shouldn’t have. This is when my Covid restrictions start to waiver as I think about what we can do to stay occupied and unmurdered. Movie matinee, shopping mall trip, indoor rock climbing, gymnastics camp, a zoo visit, bowling, something, anything to fill the time up, and stop the incessant squabbling. Oh my lord. It’s enough to drive me to want to day drink. Love’em to bits, but good grief.
Hard to believe that it’s Thursday, but here we are. Monday was an oddly long day, and then so was Tuesday. Felt like a weeks worth of things & stuff had happened in those two days alone. Like a week within the week. A recursive loop of days within days within days. A fractal work week of epic proportions. Tiring too. No wonder I chose to go to sleep instead of write about a story idea I had. And poof! Just like that, with a nights sleep the thread of the idea slipped away. At least for now. I thought that for sure when I went grocery shopping and my mind was elsewhere it might come back to me. But no such luck this time. Probably needs more time to bake inside my head. Also – I haven’t done much outside the ordinary, and it was the weirdness of a new activity that sparked my imagination last time. Like climbing into the freezing cold Bobcat last winter, and the icy touch of the seat, metal, dials and levers gave me a great backbone to build a story around. It’s what I imagine a tie fighter interior to feel like because they have no life support systems. At least if you didn’t have gloves or the black self contained flight suit on. Just a thought.
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