
The National Weather Service thinks Northern Virginia is about to get another ten inches of snow.
I would make a joke about going stir-crazy, but it's too real to be funny. How can the sky hold this much snow? It's just not possible.
And don't tell me the clouds only hold water particles which fall and turn to snow in cold temperatures, or that the clouds get those particles from evaporation.
I'm too crazed for sensible talk.
I was grateful for the physical activity of shoveling off my deck. My Uncle Bill called back to say he'd started doing calculations of snow weight, and was changing his mind over the danger of letting it sit.
Am I rambling?
Staying inside, or spending all outside time shoveling, is starting to get to me.

So I'm just going to sit here the contemplate this chipmunk.
One day we'll meet again, this chipmunk and I. That day will be warm and sunny and glorious.
Dreaming of sunscreen,
Megan



















