snow.

Snow all through Cincinnati, and most pointedly, our house. And even more pointedly, all over my car, which is my one means of Equality of Movement! Sent the son out to clean it off – after, of course, explaining to him that I can’t do that because my open-toed boot thingy would let my bad foot get both frozen and soaked. See, I knew I went through 21 hours of labor for something! Contrary to my friend Ruben’s popular opinion, it wasn’t to freak him out with the gory details of the story.

Snow now is thin enough to look like a fog in the air. Begs me to go outside and get lost in it.