bitter-girl :: musings

Ow. Brain hurt. Chapters due Monday and brain make hurty.

We had to dig out from several million feet of snow and drift over the past few days, finally resorting to the snowblower that hadn’t been fired up since 2004. And then it broke. Now I have to go to the snowblower place for a part and hope that’s all there is to it.

Oh, and sew a pillow shaped like a chicken.

Yeah. No kidding.

In Martha Stewart news, after a good month of recuperating from all my various health woes (and finally being able to walk well, hurrah!), the house steadily declining into a state of entropic chaos, I was able to clean last night. That pleased me to no end. Seriously. I’m not being a smartass. I have a difficult time writing when my environment isn’t just-so.

Valentine’s Day in our house: heating pads on backs battered by digging out 800 miles of snow, chocolate-covered strawberries, a present that was delayed by no UPS or USPS deliveries yesterday, Chinese takeout, the Daily Show and cleaning. We’re fun, aren’t we?