It’s been snowing all day. There’s easily four inches on the ground and it’s the good kind of “packing” snow.
If I had the right kind of snow gear, I’d go build a snowman. Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure he’d get buried under the additional 4-6 inches we are supposed to get later on.
Weather events like this always make me anxious. I can’t really pinpoint why exactly.
Maybe it’s the threat of being trapped that bothers me so much. I hate that idea. I’ve always hated that.
I also hate how people drive in the snow. I hate having to go out in it. It makes me really nervous.
It’s very pretty and fun to play with, but not so much fun otherwise.
I do kind of get excited to see how much snow we get, and I get sort of a weird thrill seeing it pile up, but scraping it off my car and clearing it off walkways and such is a completely different thing.
I don’t know.
I just know that I’m experiencing heightened anxiety and freaking out.
Welcome to what looks like a loooong winter.