There’s no snow yet, though the sky is ominously gray. I can’t make out a single cloud; all I see is a uniform smear. Google says it’s 35 degrees out there now, and the forecast has changed yet again. This time it’s back to “wintry mix with snow / wind” and “2 to 4 inches of snow.” I would guess that it’s not snowing today after all, but I don’t know what to guess anymore.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I didn’t want this. I wanted twelve or thirteen feet of snow today, or maybe just an alien invasion.
A small part of me wanted to have seen chaos and melodrama in the grocery store yesterday, with fights breaking out in the aisles over boxes of Cheez-Its and deranged would-be prophets screaming in the parking lot about the End Times.
I slept fitfully last night and had uncharacteristically sharp and disturbing dreams. I remember walking through a slum for miles, in the midst of a traffic jam made up of cars with skeletons at the wheels. I don’t remember why I was doing that. There probably wasn’t really a reason.
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