It’s amazing how much of being a grown-up is an endless cycle of facing new things that I’m not 100% sure I’m enough of an adult to handle adequately. Luckily, I also have enough foundational decades of adulting my way through everything I’ve faced thus far in life as to face each new adulting challenge with a core sense of faith that I will find my way through.
And sometimes I come out the other side feeling kinda proud of myself. Which is how I’m feeling tonight.
Friday was another one of my extra days off. I had the best intentions for my 3-day weekend: more Solstice decorating, maybe even getting some extra posts written/started so I can get closer to the pace of 1 post per day.
Instead, I got my shingles vaccine late Friday morning.
QUICK HIT: Still deep in deadline-land.
I’ve posted now and again about the general clutteredness of my life: too many interests, too much indulging of those diverse interests with too much shopping.(1) Mix in some mild hoarding tendencies with not nearly enough free time to dig in for a full “Kondo-ing,” and you can probably get the picture from there.
Obviously, I ain’t been doing any decluttering whilst traversing deadline-land. In all honesty, it’s gonna be a mother-forking miracle if I get laundry done and my suitcase packed before I leave town next week.
But I have been getting an inordinate(2) amount of pleasure from one small victory in this area.
And so it begins.
Winter has lots of possible beginnings: cultural (Monday after Thanksgiving), calendrical (December 1st), astrological (Winter Solstice), what-have-you. But in my experience as a newbie-Bostonian, I’m pretty sure that the winter storm season doesn’t begin until right about now. There have been exceptions to this, of course: a couple of our years here have had one biggish snowfall in December. But in most years, the first big snow dump seems to happen somewhere around mid-January or MLK day. And even in those years that had a single snowstorm in December, the rotating lineup of winter storms didn’t start until then.
And, right on time, Winter Storm Harper is scheduled to arrive tomorrow evening.
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