I am over winter. I don’t care what the groundhog said this week, I’m calling it. Winter can go home now.
As far as I’m aware, there was no snow in the forecast today, and yet, snow it did. And not just the light, little flakes blowing in the wind that you usually see with surprise snow showers. Big, fluffy flakes that probably accumulated to about an inch, and of course, all of this was over a light glaze of ice.
I hate winter weather driving. Heck, I’m not much of a fan of driving in the rain. So, I got to have a nice white-knuckle drive home from work this afternoon, but fortunately my car only threatened to slide a little before I finally got to the main roads (which had been somewhat cleared by that time.)
I have finally reached the point in my life where I identify with the adults in Frosty Returns more than the children.
I’m currently de-stressing with hot chocolate (the one perk of stupid winter.) If I can just make it through tomorrow, I’ll at least have a couple days off to hibernate while it melts.
My one acknowledgement of the Super Bowl happening this week is this: In a season full of National Anthem protests and sinking ratings, how relieved must those in charge of the NFL be that the two teams that managed to go all the way are the Patriots and the Eagles? They couldn’t get more American iconography onto the field if they tried.
Alas, I have no investment in either of those teams, so I’m off to watch Victoria on PBS instead!