I’m kinda liking hibernation.
I’ve got my feet up on my desk, keyboard in lap, soup simmering on the stove and a fresh cup of coffee at hand.
It’s day four of being confined to the house because of an ice storm in Texas. The rest of the country has been covered in feet of snow, but so far we have escaped the wrath of winter with only a slick covering of ice and now a fresh falling of powdery white to cover and keep the streets frozen. Still, Texas is pretty much closed for business. My son in Boston doesn’t want to hear about not being able to drive on the ice. He keeps shoveling the white stuff onto piles that are taller than he is, and standing on corners waiting for buses while the wind chills him to several degrees below zero.