People talk, you know. We learn over time that you cannot believe everything you hear. “The moon, part of it, is made of green cheese.” “Elvis Presley is a hermit living in Utopia.” “Humpty Dumpty was pushed” (actually, this might be legitimate!).
So, when they said that we had a total of (about) 16 inches of snow, here … yesterday / through the evening … I just didn’t see it. But, it’s close to being accurate. The snow, usually, jolts me out of any fog that I’m in the midst of. The radiant sun shining through the windows, always finding my eyes, lights up the snow, presenting the white precipitation in a glorious way. While I grabbed some rest last night, the snow was happening, and then it stopped … My body, and more importantly the two dogs, made it clear that the rest was over. My mind wanted more, but my body said, basically, “that’s enough, time to get up … and make some coffee.” For years, my coffee was with cream, and two sugars. About 2015, I decided that because I was so tired when I surrendered my sleep, I would start drinking my Joe black, but still with two sugars. Things have been better, since that difficult decision. So, that is a little of what is happening. A little snow, a little rest, a little coffee. Black coffee.