We've been trapped inside by icy concussion-inducing, deathtrap snow. I'm like a bear in hibernation, except I'm adding to my fat rather than living off it. I feel like I'm in some kind of dreary winter-induced coma. My youngest didn't wear socks to daycare during the last snowstorm, and I didn't even notice.
I've been meaning to write this to you for some time, but to be honest, I've been so huddled up under layers of sweatshirts and blankets that it makes using a keyboard difficult. I suppose all that's really done is prolong the inevitable. But our time has come. I think it's time we re-evaluate our relationship.