I can't put my finger on it, but something feels.. not quite right, tonight. I'm sitting quietly in the living room listening to to the freezing rain land on the panes of the bay window, my own fingertips lightly tap, tap, tapping the laptop. Something feels off. My spidey sense is tingling.
I really, really hope my sister is okay. I hope you are all okay. I'd like a wave of deep, abiding calm, rather than a buzzing hum of disquiet, please.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
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We're all good here, minus some pretty heinous allergies.
And hoping, of course, that the snow is not really as bad as they say it is going to be, so we can still come this weekend.
I think you were channeling my insanely overwhelming anxiety after all the goats escaped their pen last night. Also before the dreaded "snowicane" hits and we lose power and therefore water for goats, dog and people alike. But we are fine here, as long as "fine" means "totally wired with panic." :)
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