It's been rather nice at my house -- which worries me to say, because it feels like I'm daring God to throw a tree at me or something. But we've really had a wonderful week here. The transportation department closed the road to Jerod's job site -- he's stuck here -- and Lily's school district gave the kids a snow week.
It's like someone answered my wish that time would stand still. I've had five writing days in a row -- tomorrow will be my sixth WRITING DAY. I've worked on my book the whole time -- minus some blogging and a few adventures in the snow with the husband and children -- that's all I've done.
I'm in such a good mood right now; I don't recognize myself, and that's kind of disconcerting, but oh well. I'm HAPPY -- I'm WRITING, and no one is bothering me.
I'm HAPPY -- I'm waiting for the sky to fall or the ground open its jaws and eat me. YAY!