Although a big snow is usually welcomed by me with joy and anticipation, this time I can only summon a feeling of helplessness as the drifts pile up outside my window. It started last night about 2 or 3 a.m. and now we have maybe four or five inches. It's supposed to snow all today and tomorrow morning, and they're predicting 10 inches. Now, all this would be fine, but I had planned to drive up to Chicago tomorrow for Margaret's winter formal, and it's beginning to look more and more like a supremely stupid idea. I'll probably just have to wait and see what it's like tomorrow, and how the roads are. But right now things are NOT looking good.
This adds to a feeling of isolation I've been under for the past few days. Michelle is gone home for the holidays, and my parents leave for Florida today or tomorrow, meaning I'm spending Christmas alone here. What I need to do is get a hold of Thomas and see what he wants to do. Maybe he could come up and visit and we could have the semblance of a family Christmas. Mom especially felt bad about leaving on Christmas, and I definitely don't blame them for wanting to get away for a week, but man...this is all kind of depressing. Of course I had planned on that Christmas party, but that may not happen for me now. I don't even know if I can really go running, at least for a few days.
I wish Mark was here.