No one wanted to leave the bar. Chances of anyone getting back out this weekend were slim. Staving off the much feared “cabin fever” we lingered. The goal, to delay wall climbing due to temporary insanity of a forced weekend at home. Inevitably we had to leave. Walking, almost blinded to home, on streets which, when you could see them through the sideways falling snow, were impassable, unmarked by tire tread, snow plows nowhere in sight. The walk was more of a trek, almost dangerous (if anything of this world I live in can be called dangerous), a wonderful last hurrah before a blizzard forced incarceration.

Once home I had much to do.

Fill the bathtub and sinks with water. Check for working flashlights and dig out the candles. Charge cell phone, lap top. Check on everyone I know and don’t know, and answer all text messages and emails from concerned family and friends. Food, water, alcohol. Sacrifice something to the goddess of electricity in exchange for a weekend without a power loss. Still working on that one.

Be safe my east coast blizzard buddies.

peace