Honestly, our local tv station gets soooo excited about the weather. A major snowstorm means they suspend daytime programming to do hours and hours and hours of snow watch reporting. It gets a little old. Yup, still snowing...still snowing...uh huh, more snow...
And then, during my much anticipated evening shows (like Idol, Supernatural, Bones--important stuff!) they have a streaming feed at the bottom of the screen about all the delays and closings. This shrinks my screen to a wee little window, and drives me nutty.
So I was happy today, in one way, when the predicted three to five inches just didn't happen. But, darn it, I'd been looking forward to SNOW. It's that ugly end of winter here. The snow is gone, the grass is gray, the first crocuses haven't pushed out of the ground (I checked.) Today's meager snowfall, a greasy, thin, slick coating, did nothing but make driving tricky.
Ah well. I set a vase of tulips where I could see them, lit a leftover Christmas candle,put on some music, and got on with the job of writing.
Five pages so far today--not bad! God, but I hate first drafts...I never know if I'm on the right track or not.