Here's the front of my apartment building- waist deep in snow at some places.
Here's what's left of the sidewalk. It works for now.
Cute little snow bugger.
And here are people's cars. Bless their little hearts. Makes me kind of glad that I don't own one.
So last week, in order to prepare for the "Snowpocolypse," as it is known, I figured I should probably go stock up on some food. I should have known that the rest of DC would be doing the same thing. It felt like I had been transported back to Communist Russia during the 1950s. Grocery store lines were winding up and down the aisles, like at an amusement park. Many shelves were left bare-- the quintessential necessities like the chips and dip, soda, red meat, dairy, candy, and ice-cream of course, already raided. So the rest of my week has been uneventful--I have looked out onto a white, blurry, windy mess outside my window. No bus. No metro. No work. No church. No life. Happening times I tell you, happening times. And although I have enjoyed having an excuse to be a lazy butt and veg on my couch and check facebook all day like everybody else and their dog, I must admit that I have craved physical activity, routine, oh... and people. I'm done talking to myself and eating cereal and soy milk (I hate soy milk, but it was either that or heavy cream left in the dairy case).
As lovely as it's been, I think I'm ready for Spring.
Peace out people.
