The snowstorm ended around 3 p.m., leaving between 6 and 10 inches of snow, depending on the wind and the drifts. I learned this morning that I can’t help as much as I used to in storms like this. I just have to accept it. Everybody part is protesting, and I need to keep testosterone out of the equation.
We’re all shoveled out; my computer wi-fi and cable are working again. It’s time for a quiet hour, which I seem to need today. Some resting, some meditating, some reading, and some music. Tonight on Caffe Lena TV, a bluegrass singer was kicked out of Venezuela, and a Grammy-nominated (also bluegrass singer) from North Caroline.
The roads are still messy; there is snow everywhere. I can’t think of a sweeter way to spend tonight. Bluegrass music in front of a fire with Maria.
I’m there. First I need some silence.
Last night I was restless and turned on some Gregorian Chant (De Profundis) and left it on all night. It was a lovely background and got me to sleep for five hours.