Methinks I may just make it . . .
Seems there's a promise of a
weekend interlude of warmth
and cloudy skies.
We are currently living in a
winter wonderland. Every-
where you look, a couple of
feet of snow or so. The back
yard, untouched, looks like a
white lake of sorts. Eerie!
I'm feeling somewhat along
the lines of an elder Snow
White. Looking in the mirror
rather fixes that illusion. I cast
my eyes about for a look-see,
but no dwarves appear, helpful
or otherwise.
I keep waiting for the fairy god
mother . . . where the hell is she?
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