It’s Monday. Here in Illinois winter usually arrives gradually—a little flurries here, a light dusting there. Temperatures dip down then dip back up. We’re used to the slow rollout. But this year? Nope. Mother Nature skipped the pleasantries and went with the dreaded rip-the-Band-Aid-off-in-one-violent-yank approach. It all started late Friday night with howling winds and heavy snow, and just kept going. All day Saturday and well into the night. I haven’t seen the official numbers yet, but eyeballing it, I’d say we got about 6–8 inches of the horrid white stuff.
It occurred to me that winter is basically Mother Nature putting the whole planet on airplane mode. Everything is slow, cold, and difficult. Cars won’t start. Fingers stop working. Your face hurts just for existing. Every dog suddenly forgets how to poop unless you stand outside with them while frostbite starts nipping at your extremities. If it were at all possible, I’d stay inside until June. Maybe July, just to be safe.
%#@! SNOW
It occurred to me that winter is basically Mother Nature putting the whole planet on airplane mode. Everything is slow, cold, and difficult. Cars won’t start. Fingers stop working. Your face hurts just for existing. Every dog suddenly forgets how to poop unless you stand outside with them while frostbite starts nipping at your extremities. If it were at all possible, I’d stay inside until June. Maybe July, just to be safe.
-keep