I’m a sucker for romance and I find snow extremely romantic…until it isn’t. In the past week I’ve slipped no less than three times, one resulting in emergency use of someone else’s dryer. This is by no means attractive or convenient. Gone are they days of waking up and listening to the radio hoping for school cancellations. There are meetings to attend and New York City never sleeps. Therefore, I slipped my way downtown this morning and will be slipping my way back uptown in the next couple of hours.
As I sit here, enjoying my carrot ginger soup and dread having to make my way at some point later tonight, I’m silently cursing Mother Nature. Enough of the snow already. We get it, it’s winter.