god, I am so weak. my arms are like spaghetti, and the chest congestion is really knocking me on my ass still. and omg, the snow. scott, we must have gotten a foot. and the thing is...I don't care. i have reached acceptance. acceptance that my world is covered in it. acceptance that I have no idea if/when we'll get dug out. acceptance that I sure as hell can't do anything about it right now. I'm already trying to figure out how to get S6 to school on monday, because I won't have myself dug out by then (the guy who has been plowing me didnt' come, they must have gone on vacation somewhere for feb break).
this is how sick I still am...I am not out there even trying. and you all know me well enough now to know that just is NOT me.
ahh, well, maybe tomorrow I can start making some headway. fingers crossed. if not, it will still be here monday. not sure when h gets back from vegas, but yep, I'll be asking him to help if he gets back in the next few days.
ugh.
scott, omg, 128 must have been a nightmare yesterday. I would have hoped some people would have stayed home/been away on vacation and such, but guessing no matter what, 128 would be a hike for you. still, good luck....was it an interesting job at least? am thinking about you.
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"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is that little voice at the end of the day that says, 'I'll try again tomorrow.'"
