I'm not much of a writer anymore, but here we go with a journal.
|Heading into a second week of frigid temperatures, and I'm feeling a little claustrophobic. The only time I got outside today was shoveling the most recent snow. It's been below zero a lot of the time, just sneaking up to a few degrees above zero in the middle of the day.
Between the pandemic and the weather, I don't know when I've spent so much time in the house. Not since the kids were at the infant/toddler stage. So many places are still closed or curbside only, and when the streets and sidewalks are covered with ice anyway, it's hard to know what to do except say "Aw, chuck it!" until the whole situation improves this spring. I'm relatively unaffected, but even so I'm just so ready for the whole stupid pandemic to go away. And it can take February on its way out.
The frigid weather thing that really drives me crazy isn't the snow or the below-zero temps, it's all the static electricity. Just wearing clothes makes sparks on my skin. And the fleecier the fabric, the more static. I can't even pet the cats without small doses of electrocution on both ends. Especially the ears. (Theirs, not mine.) Pet a cat in this weather and it's like their ears have miniature Roman candles shooting out the tips.
It's a long winter, but I'm betting things will be much improved by April and May. Our elders used to claim situations that suck build character. We could use some of that right now. I hope they were right.