Weasel Of Doom

I’ve been feeling depressed lately. No good reason to be, so I am blaming hormones. CAN’T get motivated to do anything. CAN get annoyed at everything. Woe is me, and all that.

We had winter snow advisory and ice storm advisory today. A beautiful snowfall. GIANT snowflakes coming down. On a more prosaic note, lots of snow to shovel. Once again, we were saved from the real hard work by the neighbor across the street (I shoveled twice, in the morning to get rid of the light and fluffy overnight accumulation, and when I got home, because the plow has come through, with predictable consequences; he cleared our driveway in the afternoon, after the heavy snowfall). I made a half-hearted start on decorating for Christmas; the nets of lights on the bushes are half-covered by snow. Real icicles are taking place of icicle lights for now, because all of mine are only half-working, and I need to figure out which bulbs to replace. Fortunately, I have a string I can cannibalize.

My parents are coming on Thursday. I can’t wait, yet I am terrified that it won’t go well. Think I am creating my own problems here…