A side effect of working from home is that I don’t pay that much attention to the weather. It’s cold out? Okay. It’s raining? Whatever. I can stay in the comfy coziness of my own home, no worries about commutes or clearing snow off the car or whether the office will be open. The downside is that whatever the weather, as long as I have power, I’m working. No snow days.
Speaking of snow days, imagine my surprise when I discovered this morning that, in addition to the RIDICULOUSLY COLD TEMPERATURES we’ve had lately, that John and the locals assure me are most definitely out of the ordinary, no sirree, it never gets this cold here in the Ocean State, nuh uh – where was I? Oh – in addition to the cold, we’re in the path of a blizzard. A winter hurricane. A bomb cyclone. (I can’t make this stuff up.) What’ll it bring us? High winds and 8 to 12 inches of snow. What’ll come after? MORE COLD WEATHER.
Before you tell me I got what I asked for by moving to New England, hear this: I wouldn’t trade it. Shocked? Me, too, a little. But I woke up this morning to clear blue skies. The sun has been shining for days on end. Sure, it’s cold, and sure, we’ll get a day of snow and no sunshine, but the sun will come back. I just checked the weather in Eugene – nearly 50 degrees for the high for the next week, but you know what else? Rain. Every day for a week. Where’s the sun? I’ll tell you. It’s here.
As for the cold, I’ll just stay inside. Our heat works. I have books. I have internet. I actually went grocery shopping on New Year’s Eve, so we’re all stocked up (although I’m a little amused that food was that far down my list of hibernation priorities). And I’ll buy real winter boots with fuzzy warm linings and gloves and mittens that keep my hands warm. I’ll be the coziest.