It’s hard to get anything done when you have to shovel out your back door every two hours to make sure you can still leave the house. I wouldn’t worry about leaving the house ever again if little dogs didn’t have to go outside to pee. Although I might run out of bourbon and something to read.
I’ve been working through the snow days because I have a class online and editing does not care what it looks like outside. The world is about as bleary and pale as my mind. Snowdrifts have leapt the (four-foot) fence now in two places in the yard, and I guess it’s a good thing my dog has short legs or he might have leapt the fence too.
In the southern neck of the woods where I was born and raised, it would snow a little a couple times a year. Maternal Clause took those snowdays as time to clean out the linen closet. Indy Clause does not keep house a fraction as well as her mother did.
During these days of being indoors I have cluttered up the house. I have been inside so long that yesterday I even cleaned a little. Then I went to bed and wrote a poem. I’m supposed to enter final edits for luckier draft 14 of my memoir, but I haven’t been. DP and I are watching Stargate-1. Not too violent or depressing or stupid.
[Management acknowledges that you might be tired of hearing about the snow. Apologies for any inconvenience, but this shit is historic.]
What do you do when you’re stuck indoors?