My soul exalts the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior.
The facts of the day are: I woke up feeling the same as the night before. I took a Tylenol and it revived me enough to do a little bit of schoolwork. I made it to a group meeting and back without slipping on slick snow-plowed snow. I kept telling myself I would begin reviewing for my Ecology final exam, but instead I read an incredibly depressing story called Rebecca. I read the entire story today, but could not summon the desire to re-read 50 pages of biology notes. But I feel a bit better – everything the same, but slightly less so.
And we have snow, soggy wet stuff that started out fluffy and light this morning, only to be flattened and shoved by pragmatic snowplows and shovelers, and by car tires. This leaves slick future ice for the wary walker. I wish they would leave off plowing. Three inches will hardly stop Worcester drivers, and snow proves much easier walking than dangerous half-melted freeze. It is about the same quantity of snow we had on Thanksgiving, and I expect it will melt away as quickly. I hope so; but winter is here for certain, the cold weather settling comfortably in, so the ice may remain. Time will tell.