No creative writing for me today. I'm just gonna vent.
We are now in day 8 of a never-ending snow storm. And by snow, I mean about a 1/2 inch of freshly packed ice. And by storm, I mean that the sun never rises high enough to melt anything. And by never-ending, I mean that in a country that rarely sees temperature below freezing or frozen precipitation (see my shambled attempt at ironic poetry below), there are no snow plows or shovels or salt trucks to do anything about it. We're just all stuck here, waiting for the big thaw... a thaw that is supposedly still 10 days away. Maybe. The housing estate we live in is now doubling as an ice skating rink and we are trapped indoors. Cabin fever has officially set in. I suppose we should do something productive with all this time we have on our hands, like cleaning or something. But I just don't feel like it. I wanna get out! Without it taking me over an hour to get anywhere. And we're out of milk. Ahhhhhhh!
So what's the weather like where you are? Are you in on this indefinite international snow day, too?