snow day, the sequel

+/- a foot of fluffy-ish over a few inches of ice and Kirby is, as ever, thrilled: not only because of the snow but because he likes to steal the shovel during The Great Dig-Out (which will function as a replacement for running because the roads are impassible at present and getting smashed by a snowplow sort of defeats the purpose of running to stay alive and I do love the rhythm of shoveling snow ) – but it's still legions better than last Thursday's/Friday's heatless and hot waterless snow day – so that we can partake in the second and third Great Dig-Outs (operating under the assumption that we can get there) to liberate multiple Oldze: they shall be released / coordinated, perhaps; the day awaits.

we have heat and veg bibimbap

My veg/T1D-friendly bibimbap (tofu + cauliflower rice + green pepper) continues to delight; next up on the tofu experiment, soyrizo.

Winter Storm Landon has arrived bearing ice and, slowly but surely, snow: current guesstimate on the part of meteorologists is 8-11" with a glaze of ice which makes my present concern keeping Teh Oldze vertical and not sprawled out with broken joints in driveways. School was called off for K before end of schoolday yesterday; won't be surprised if she has another long weekend but at least this weekend, this snow day, we've got heat.

First change to the morning routine in awhile: read 25 pages (currently my first re-read of CRIME AND PUNISHMENT in at least 15 years so it’s like reading it for the first time; still adore Dostoyevsky, perhaps more so now) with coffee while office warms up, then get to work until breakfast. Write this thing up and then head back until +/- 0930 or so and call it a day. It'll take some getting used to but I like it so far. Next Modularity shaping up into something or not – but I'm at least having fun with its various modulations.

The day – and abundant slipsliding – awaits.

IMPACT(!) groundhog IMPACT(!)

The groundhog rises, wearybleary, the winter storm inbound: forecasting 7-10" or maybe feet who knows; it's changing every hour – IMPACT IMPACT IMPACT, the meterologists say, IMPACT IMPACT IMPACT – the groundhog shrugs, etc etc, the last ten years being a loop (in some ways good, in some ways not) anyhow – and wants only to go back to sleep, jesus fucking christ, he says, jesus fucking christ – here's my shadow, 🖕, you top-hatted freak.

RIP Monica Vitti; the day awaits.