Snow. Snow people. I'm talking lots of it.
Here's what I'm trying to say:
This past week i was walking around in a tank top, sometimes a sweatshirt, no coat. (Refer to old post for proof.)
I have just encountered the biggest snow fall of my life in Minneapolis.
I am looking out the window at my little car buried in snow. And it's still falling.
I wish Miles hadn't taken the digicam to Maryland because it's beautiful and I want to remember something nice about it.
I need to figure out if I should stay home since the street doesn't look cleared or if I need to bundle up and make my way over to the Bookhouse.
I think God is angry at me, but I'm not sure what I can do to right my wrongs. At least not soon enough so it will stop snowing. Like everything else, a change in weather really brings out the solipsist in me.
Maybe over a bowl of cereal and some Heart is A Lonely Hunter I can figure out whether I should work today.
