So all that beautiful snow that’s been falling the last few days, finally caught up with me. We wound up with a knee-deep “dusting” that I needed to shovel off the driveway. Man, are my shoulders sore.
Today I was supposed to catch a flight to warmer climes, but my shuttle bus to the airport got stuck in the snow, and I missed my flight. I’ve rebooked for tomorrow (Alaska Air was extremely accommodating and helpful), but I’ll now miss the first half of the workshop I was supposed to be attending for the day job. My boss put it well when I let her know I would be a day late when she said, simply, “Bummer.” What else could she really say?
But I didn’t let all this misfortune get me down. I finished the first draft of my novella (almost exactly 40,000 words), and then went sledding down a big hill in the town park with the family. I haven’t been sledding like that in years—no, decades—what fun! I may not be enjoying the warmth of a tropical island today, but I think I’ve made the best of what nature dealt me.