The First Heavy Winter Weather Appears On The Cusp Of Spring

So, after a rather underwhelming winter of cold, grey, bland days, we finally get a proper winter storm. A blizzard, as they’re calling it. Up to almost a foot of snow, a heavy layer of ice, some amount of sleet, and heavy winds. A recipe for a nasty bit of weather that I’m kind of excited for and kind of dreading. It’ll be cold enough after the storm that everything is going to freeze up and anyone caught out in it will be in danger. Given that the winter has so far been mild enough to still see people panhandling, I really hope they all have some place warm, safe and sheltered to hide during this. At the same time, I’m kind of excited at the idea of being able to work from home because of the weather. After how crazy busy and exhausting this week has been, I could really use a bit of quiet and peace while I work. I’ve got my first session of my new campaign tonight (the night I’m writing this–this is also why I’ve got no “dev log” for this week, since nothing has happened yet and I haven’t done any further prep) and I’m so tired I’m considering cancelling it (I won’t) just to get a bit of rest. And work on editing this past week’s wrestling event. Wednesday shows really throw me off. All of which is to say that I feel more than a little conflicted and guilty about this upcoming storm because I definitely want it to happen but it runs a real risk of killing power in the area and whoever is forced to go out in that weather is running quite a risk to themselves.

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A Peaceful Walk In Heavy Snow

I went for a walk today, the same as almost every day. This time, though, as I grabbed my sweatshirt, put on my shoes, and slipped my coat on overtop, I didn’t pause to check the weather. I needed air. I needed to breath. I needed some space after being cooped up in my apartment for the fourth day in a row. I’ve been sick lately, working from home so I don’t spread this respiratory thing around the office. My head is clear, but my chest aches from the gentle rumble of coughing, muted by cold medicine and cough drops, that never seems to stop so much as briefly pause. I need fresh air now that my stifling apartment is blocked up with plastic so thoroughly that not even a faint puff of air can sneak in to steal away the heat I’ve been so carefully managing to maintain my comfort while sick. So I did not pause to check the forecast or look outside as I ran away from the close confines of my cozy, dim home.

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