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The world sort of ends in Seattle when it snows. People get incredibly antsy, because they need to be at this place or that place, and they hop in their cars and crash into other cars and buildings and people and trees ... Some people park their cars on the freeway and vanish -- you never see them in their business suits jogging down the express lanes. I've always wondered what happens to them?! This is all normal winter behavior for Seattle-and-suburbs -- the white fluffy stuff falling from the sky throws us into apocalypse mode.


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!



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  1. Great to hear that you had time to work on your writing! Love the pictures of the girls in the snow :)

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  2. My sister-in-law lives in Portland. I imagine she's singing "Let it Snow" too! I love the Jack Nickelson picture. Excellent Kubrick/Shining reference.

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  3. Enjoy the snow! And what is it that possesses people to get in their cars and drive around on really slippery roads?

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  4. I have seen the crazy for 3 straight days and it's nice to hear there is a good side too!! Duh...Nicholson!!

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