But I'm home today, stormed in, as is the rest of the family, and indeed the rest of the area/northern United States. So I thought I'd give you a quick glimpse into a morning from... *doomy music plans*... the Polar Vortex!
The morning started out cold, dangerous wind chills, but fairly innocuous:
|A view out our front window. A winter wonderland.|
|Things looking a hair more ominous...|
|"I am very charming!"|
Never content to leave well enough alone...
|"I am very sassy!"|
And just moments ago, we have progressed to this:
|I am officially afraid to go outside.|
So there you have it. We're under a blizzard warning, and there are driving bans in place. This, my friends, is the aforementioned *hard winter time* I referred to mere days ago. It actually looks worse out right now, about 10 minutes hence, than when I snapped the photo above. Oh, what the heck...
|Glad that's not my car...|
We're hanging in there, trying to amuse ourselves. As are St. Nicholas and Our Lady of Czestochowa:
|Party near the television.|
I've been knitting, fighting with the pattern I'm working for Mike's cardigan. The pattern nearly won, but I'm happy to announce that I have charted the directions out and have prevailed. #TypeAknitter
We're planning on watching a movie, popping some popcorn, making tea, and making some Swedish Meatballs for dinner. I have run out of wine, which is never a good thing, my friends, but Mike assures me that plenty of mixed drinks will be made tonight while we view our latest public library documentary checkout, Ken Burns' "Prohibition."
All right everyone, back to my family. I'll check in with you all tomorrow and assure that I am still alive and not buried underneath a pile of snow. Stay warm!