Sitting at my kitchen table with Chrissy Hynde crooning “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” coming out of the stereo, some fabulous hot chocolate with vanilla marshmallows, courtesy of Martine, looking out at what appears to be 3 or 4 inches of snow with much more to come. And at 4 pm on a Friday — I’d like to thank my boss for letting us go at 1:30 when the flurries began for making this happen.
Deciding that today qualified as a nice day (and I know I am one of the few people who thinks a blizzard is a “nice day”), I got off at the Harvard T Stop today and walked 1.7 miles home. If it’s snowing out, it can’t be that cold. The precipitation freezes and doesn’t come down when temperatures are below zero. Nothing like the stinging of snow as a blizzard picks up steam and then coming home and dumping the wet boots, coat, hat, and gloves into the bathroom to dry to remind me of home.