What was I thinking! I thought I’d have all day today to clean and prepare and find our shovels and find the headlamp my son has hidden and draw water after carefully cleaning our random assortment of buckets….but I don’t think that will be the case.
Outside it is dark and the wind is whistling and blowing gusts of snow down the ice polished streets. Whistling isn’t really the right word. Nor is singing. Nor is howling. The wind is somewhere inbetween, making a decent amount of noise and readying the town for the upcoming event.