Snow Blows

On Thursday afternoon, if you'd ask me how I felt about snow, I would have waxed nostalgic about how much I loved snow as a kid and how sad it is that we all don't embrace and relish the snow these days.

Today? Pffft.

Today I'm pissed because the enormous mounds of white stuff have basically rendered me prisoner in my own home. I was supposed to go meet Sarah downtown for dinner and possibly a movie, but venturing beyond my own doorstep has presented itself as a potentially dangerous and definitely wet, cold, uncomfortable, laborious, and long-lasting undertaking.

So here I am, for the second week in a row, home on a Saturday night. I realize I'm not alone. All around the city people are probably bunking down in warm, homey places. But for those who live near good restaurants, good bars, and other friends, the notion of bundling up and hoofing it a few blocks to enjoy one another's company is still within reason.

Of course if I had any perspective on the situation, I'd be thanking all that is good and holy that I actually have a warm, comfortable apartment in which to spend this snowy night. But all I can do is mope and curse the frozen water that's literally filled up the city and stranded me here.