It's been a long, cold winter here. While we are prepared for it, unlike in the southern regions that have been brought to a standstill by ice storms, most of us up here have nonetheless grown weary of contending with it. Even as I write, snowplows slosh past my windows in the dark, piling up more of today's wet snow in front of my driveway where it will freeze into a solid lumpy wall of dirty snow by morning. I cleared some of it earlier in the day when it was still coming down in a feathery avalanche. Then I made another attempt late this afternoon, but the snow had turned wet and gloppy, the heavy shovelfuls were straining my back and my hip and wrist joints ached in the wind-whipped chill (this was a nor'easter), so I gave up and went in. I worked at home today and will stay home tomorrow as well. No such thing as a "snow day" anymore -- we're all wired into our corporate motherships and expected to carry on working. At least it's warm and dry at home.
Tomorrow evening I'll get to D's in town one way or another. Boston had more rain than snow, so it may be clear enough for him to come out to get me. Otherwise I may take a taxi. We have no Valentine's evening plans, but I have a salon appointment in town early Saturday morning, and we'll have our Valentine's dinner out on Saturday night. Meanwhile, a lovely bouquet of flowers arrived today (not unexpected as they'd tried to deliver yesterday but wouldn't leave them by the door because it was too cold) - one of the reasons I made sure to shovel a path to my door earlier today!
Meanwhile, we have more snow showers for the next couple of days, then a sunny but cold Sunday. I have Monday off for the Presidents' Day holiday, a rare treat. Next weeks looks like unsettled but warmer weather - in the 40s F (6-8°C) most of the week. Even that will feel like a break.