Last night I was writing on deadline while it snowed. Made a leisurely start in the morning. By dinner time, I knew I was in trouble time wise.Still thought I'd be done by around midnight. Not even close. Slogged on, pulling an all-nighter. First in a very long time.
Towards the last, I woke from a momentary doze to see that my fingers had kept typing while my eyes were closed. Bulldozed the gibberish with the backspace key, pressed on.
New snow was falling, and I kept wanting it to be morning so I could see it. 7 am, still dark. 7:30, still dark. Ah, finally finished. 7:45 am. My weary eyes gazed from bed to the window, saw snow, slept.
When I woke warm sun had melted the snow from the trees. Great. Good weather for going out to get this opus bound at the printers. Wanted to go to and walk the beach in snow, but duty called. The opus was going nowhere without a quick edit.
Late afternoon, I ventured out, bought produce at EE Farms after the printer. The grocery instinct had kicked in. Snow does that to me. Produce dealt with, I hit IGA.
Last big snowfall, I beat the weather by listening to the inner promptings of my good gathering instinct. Arrived home with a carload of groceries just before the snow fell. For a few days, nothing much moved. Certainly not our car with its summer tires.
It was Christmas holidays, and we stayed home. Did crosswords, board games, jigsaws. Didn't run out of a single food item. When we finally had to get milk, we dressed in our snow clothes, walked to the grocery store and took a taxi home with a load of food.
Like small-town childhood winters, shopping at the Co-op. It's a nice feeling, being snowed in. Especially when you have plenty of food on hand. Cocoa, parsnips, barley for soup. Winter stuff.
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