shut your eyes

and think of somewhere...somewhere cold and caked in snow. (Here and at home) By the fire we break the quiet, learn to wear each other well.

"Shut Your Eyes" by dear Snow Patrol.

Oh, the winter storm that had been forecast and doubted and warned and doubted and here. Oh, the wind. Oh, the fact that I might be grounded in Hutchinson for another day.

At least I have a new green iPod c/o the best little brother there is. At least I have final projects left to grade. At least I have plenty of clothes. At least I fed Snickers through Friday night. At least I now have my trusty old foam mattress pad on this hardest of hard beds. At least I'm healthy and safe this Christmas.

Cheers to you and yours!