not that i wish to mar the clean slate of ‘08 by trodding in its new fallen snow, its blank white pallet of words and thoughts as yet unformed with such ingratitude as may (be warned) be thought to follow…oh no, nay, never…but i ask you, o wise ones:

when one’s first day back to work in the new year is cancelled due to snow, extending the pyjama-clad lolling about of the holidays by one more lovely twenty-four-hour increment, could not the shrieking, battering wind carrying aforementioned snow not shut the $^&#@ up just long enough to let the dear children have a blessed nap?

please, won’t someone think of the poor parents trapped in the house at their wits’ end children?!? or at least my wee child howling his lungs out in his bedroom, because even with the fan on high the place sounds like it’s about to spin off for Oz and points west at any terrifying moment?!?   hush, snowflakes. really, i’m going to write a letter to my meteorologist about the rudeness of weather these days. just as soon as i ply my unsleeping son with rum sing my sweet baby back to sleep.

apparently 2008 is going to be a year of great, erm, wakefulness and wildness. we’re just hitting the ground running…or will, as soon as we dig our way out the door.