This first of the hunker-down days has been about keeping warm, surviving, and distracting myself. I'm hoping the night will go relatively well, and I won't wake up with a headache, and tomorrow I can be more about doing stuff around the house. I did a few little things, but there's so much I could do.
On the snow day Monday I was wishing for a correspondent I owed a letter to. I haven't felt that way today, mostly. This brings me to thoughts of balance and discipline.
The air pressure isn't particularly unusual in this vortex. Nonetheless I feel a tad light-headed. And I'm yawny. Maybe I can go to sleep early. I don't mind missing the apex of the event. Or the nadir, I guess it would be. Somethin' like that.
