I'll be honest...I think this blizzard is exactly what we needed around here.
J got wiped out by the flu last weekend. I spent two days constantly texting my mom about whether I should take him to the ER, went to CVS five times, and dished up more chicken soup than I care to remember. Work was crazy this week too, and I arrived home after 8 on Wednesday, dropped a new humidifier on our floor, and choking bad tears, said, "I'm trying to be a good fiancé, but it is getting really hard to take care of you!"
I'm glad he's almost all better.
But Friday afternoon was the calm that lasted through the storm. J made vegetable soup and got me some strawberries to return the nurturing a bit. We cleaned up our hideous apartment, watched movies (Sleepless in Seattle and The Lorax), and then I stayed up late reading.
I lovelovelove snow and blizzards. J was already in bed while I was reading and watching the snow swirl. There's a light outside in the corner of the building, where the wind swirls back around itself, and it was so beautiful and exhilarating to see the flakes whirling in all directions under the brightness. At one point I opened the window onto the street and was amazed by the calmness of it all...no cars, no people...just the muffled silence of winter.
We trekked out today and it felt post-apocalyptic. People were wandering around like survivors of some attack, trying to reconnect with each other. We did our best Kirk and Uhura impersonations; J kept the captain's log and I collected evidence for the ship's report.
I managed to catch a few good shots of J, but things got silly when I asked him to return the favor. Good thing I'm not a fashion blogger...
Hope everyone weathered the storm well and enjoyed the quietude. If it's going to be cold, it might as well be a wonderland.