I'm sitting in my family room--all's quiet after a nice dinner with the family--watching the snow come down sideways. A fire is roaring in the fireplace because it's cold, really cold, outside. But it's not as cold as it's going to be soon.
B and I are waiting to watch "24," not because it hasn't started yet, but because we have to wait until 30 minutes after it starts so we don't have to watch the commercials. Having written that down it sounds totally ridiculous, but see, with "24" you just don't want to stop watching it. And besides, the commercials might just give you time to come down off the adrenaline rush you've been on and that wouldn't be good. "24" is a good show for adrenaline if you're looking for that kind of thing.
Anyway, I'm watching the snow out the transom windows, thinking about the few days that have just passed and the few days to come. Both leave me feeling a bit . . . frozen.
I'm chilled to think about my mom, sad, and my uncle, devastated at the sudden loss of his beloved.
And I'm absolutely frozen to think about the days that are coming. A blizzard tonight. And then bitterly cold temperatures to follow. I'm not so good with the bitterly cold. Frankly, bitterly cold scares me just a little.
I think I'll stay here on the couch for the next few months. And watch "24."