Snow falls. Hour after hour, inch after inch. Altogether, the forecast is calling for a possible total of 11-14 inches. That is a lot of snow, even for Michigan.
In fact, I don't remember the last time it snowed this much in a relatively short period of time. Then again, last winter is a bit of a blur...
Normally, I would be out in it, doing the shoveling in stages because half the amount we're forecast to get is heavy. I can't imagine shoveling it all at once!
Or, if shoveling chores were done, I'd be visiting my little Mommy or papercrafting the wintry day away, probably keeping laundry going in between.
Instead, I am doing more sitting than anything, more sitting than I'd like to do because I am sick. Not so miserably sick I can't even fathom doing anything but lie in the bed and wish the next 48 hours away in the blissful oblivion of Ny-Quil induced slumber.
But sick enough that my energy levels do not match my motivation levels. Every time I get up out of the chair, I get weak, and my headache surges, and I get a little lightheaded.
I don't like it.
And I'm not the most patient person when I'm sick.
So, I'm cooped up on a winter day, trying not to hate the situation, trying to accept the moment that is, trying to find an illness-appropriate activity to counteract the boredom.
And watching the endless snow fill up the world on this cold, wintry first day of February.