Pretty in pink. |
The bedroom window icicles were longer than ever. That can’t
be good. I lowered the top window and smacked the icicles with a hanger. I don’t
know if it helped, because the bigger issue is the ice and snow over the
window that the icicles were growing from, but it felt satisfying slamming them and then hearing them shatter on
the ground below.
The workday felt heavy on nonsense, but it couldn’t have been too awful, because by 7:00 I couldn’t remember any of the specifics. Or maybe I blocked it out.
Fat snowflakes were falling enthusiastically when a board meeting via Zoom ended. The looked fluffy and innocent, but the snow is expected to change to quite a lot of rain. There have been messages from National Grid about their preparations and tip for consumers. The weather app shows a temperature of 34 degrees and climbing, due to be 50 degrees by 9:00 Wednesday morning. What the heck? This is some really crazy stuff.The best I can do is hope the rain that passes through is
not as bad as the forecast, and control the things I can. The output hose for
the sump pump was dug out. The path to the street and eventually the storm drain is as clear as it
can be at the moment. The broom is ready in the basement in case it’s needed
for pushing water to the pump. The cell phone will be charged before bed and the
LED lantern will come upstairs to the bedroom. Until then – it’s herbal tea and
Millionaire Matchmaker on Netflix.
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