We’re in the midst of some pretty grim weather for New Mexico. It snowed a little Thursday night, just slushy stuff, after a good long rain. Friday morning the clouds were down to tree-top level and stayed there all day. The air was wet and cold. You couldn’t see the mountains. The dirt road was beyond redemption. I know because I drove into Ranchos to pick up a package at the post office and had to navigate around the flooded craters.
The thing is, this is just an interlude. The real snow, six to ten inches of it, comes on Sunday. Maybe. And then some more on Monday, after which we see the sun again. Stretching out the blow makes a fellow tense and squirmy. We need a little sunlight, though. It pulls me through the fogged-up windows out into the universe, otherwise I fall into the trap. As my wife asked last night while I fidgeted beside the Ashley, warming up my butt: “Are you going to go online?”
“Uh, maybe. Why do you ask?”
“You’ve got that look…”