It’s early, early in the morning or late, late at night depending on your perspective and the precipitation has been coming down for the last 12 hours, alternating as quickly as my manic moods between snow, sleet, and freezing rain.

We will be home for the third straight day as offices continue to be closed. Our region is predicted to get anywhere from 6 to 20 inches, but who knows if that will happen. My friend Susan and I are going to meet up in the afternoon. I may head to my knitting group if a) the venue where we meet is open and b) anyone else is going. I’m definitely going to take a shower. It’ll be a big day here at the Burrow…

Today after my early conference call, I read the novel that is due back to the library this week and then dozed on the couch. I put on enough clothing to go out and feed the birds. I ripped out and restarted a heart-bedecked sock that will not be done in time for Valentine’s Day (at least not this year’s). I did laundry. Rudi and I cooked a family favorite for dinner for the first time and then plopped ourselves down for the Marx Brothers. We concluded the night with the final batch of chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven from dough we made four days ago. We’re already talking about what dessert to make next, which might suggest to you the levels we’ve reached here…

Another snowball fight has been scheduled for 2 p.m. in Dupont Circle. Right now, they’d better hope for a change to snow because slush/sleetballs are fun for no one. (Although, as I type this final paragraph, what had looked like freezing rain changed to golf ball-sized snow chunks falling from the sky…)

I feel like a kid who’s gorged on sweets for a week. Some veg is definitely needed to balance things back out…