I’m getting pretty tired of winter. This winter, to be specific, when it seems like we’re constantly under a new major storm advisory. There’s snow predicted for the next three days, with the same number of storms colliding in our area, polar-vortexing us into submission again. Which I suppose means we won’t see a thaw until sometime in 2018. I’m just tired of the snow that doesn’t melt, or melts only a little and then re-freezes later in the day. It’s not the cold or the longer nights. I can handle those. I just wish winter would knock it off for a while.
Meanwhile, the stray cat seems to have left the garage when I scared it out of hiding. The garage is pretty tightly packed with stuff, but I did a pretty thorough search — tripping and twisting my ankle badly in the process, I might add. (The ankle gave me some grief last night, but ice and acetaminophen seem to have done the trick.) If the cat is still out there, hidden in some inaccessible nook or corner, I don’t really want to think about what its lack of movement might suggest. I’d much rather it ran out the other night and discovered a warmer place to hang out.
We should all be so lucky.
Today I was on campus, talking with professors, which is that thing I have to do several times a year. It went well, I think. And I managed to finish reading the last ten pages of William Faulkner’s Sanctuary while I hid out from the cold in the campus library. (I really liked the book, so more on that later.)
Tomorrow, though…well, there might be more snow. We’ll just have to see.