I didn’t have time to post much yesterday because my life is spiraling. When I went to find my car Tuesday morning, it was buried. The snow was up to the bottom of the windows. Getting into it and driving it out of its white sarcophagus, got me covered from head-to-toe and soaked. I moved my car to a semi plowed space – nothing was well plowed – and went back in to change. It then took me two hours to drive to work. I’m still feeling icky and MLB asked me why I was so quiet. I smiled politely and didn’t tell her that I hate everything about the world right now.