Holy Fucking Snow

My gods, it's like an Arctic Adventure outside.
The snow is--no shit--a foot deep, give or take a few inches, for variation.

It's ridiculous. And it's a gods-damned good thing I don't work today.

And yet, I left my room in a thin short-sleeved shirt, an unbuttoned coat, no gloves, scarf or hat, unlaced snow boots (for ease in taking off/putting on), and my hands not even in my pockets.
I went to the back door, tried it, knocked, waited, then had to go around to the front door and unlock that (I have a key to the front door, but not the back), and my cheeks were slightly chilly.
I love/hate the weather here, the same as I love/hate the weather in Chicago. I don't know which is better.

Meh.

I'm reading Othello.
My brother has a book of "Four Great Tragedies" (NOT including Romeo and Juliet) that I borrowed yesterday to make my Best Safety Lies in Fear shirt ... I took several lines from the scene (in Hamlet) where Laertes tells Ophelia that Hamlet may say that he loves her, and "Perhaps he loves you now", but not to actually believe him or pin any hopes on him. I painted the lines on the shirt with fabric paint, and left the book on the counter.
So, I went into the house to go to the bathroom, and decided that I should eat something while I was there--and I was like, Gee, I'd really like to read something while I eat, but I don't really want to trudge through the snow to my room and back just for a book--so I picked up the Shakespeare book to read Othello, because it came after Hamlet, and Hamlet was first, and I've already read Hamlet. (After Othello is King Lear, which I haven't read, and then MacBeth, which I read in school, and so technically, haven't read.)

Anyway. Much love.