What a whirlwind of a week.
And not in a bounding giddily through the snow, catalog life sort of way.
More like in a flirt with death driving to work in the snice, then come home and feel deflated/defeated kind of way.
I think snow days and shorter days make me sullen.
A far cry from childhood, when the most I had to concern myself with was how I wanted to decorate my snowman.
I long for the days that aren’t packed with a million tasks.
When snow means playtime.
But hey, at least there’s hot chocolate.
And spring is right around the corner.