Too bad, it’s more of an “ice storm” day. I don’t care at this point. I’m so ready for spring, I’m going to spend my snow day picking out flip flops and filling in our race-vacation calendar.
James Spann nailed the forecast, almost down to the exact stretch of Interstate 20 where the ice stopped.
I was awake at 6, but wasn’t really awake yet.
Coffee in hand, much writing/blogging to do. And naps. And coughing. It never stops. I feel like I need a new set of lungs. I’ve blown these up.
The rest of the day, I alternated between all the windows and doors, watching the snow/sleet/coldwetcrap fall from the sky. It was (hopefully) the last gasp of winter and this Alabamian is ready for spring! Not summer…spring.