White Winter Shitshow

It is 3.22pm and visibility across the harbor is at 0 and falling. Seriously. Its rough out there. I left the boat around 1.30 to run over to Riccardi to see Tiffany, and it had just started snowing. By the time I left, around 2.30, it was full on almost white out conditions, and it took me a little over a half hour to get home - about 2 miles away. 

Then I tiptoed carefully down the dock all the way to the boat, and have gotten in some comfy shorts and legwarmers and a fantastic sweatshirt that has a dinosaur on it and says "See you next tuesday!!!" and have settled in for 24 hours. 24 hours of being marooned on a boat with my sleeping house guest, who had me up until 7am. I have a feeling that as a result of this visit, he is not going to get on EST, I am going to end up on pacific time. It is midafternoon now- he sleeps on, while I am making tasty raviolis and planning to watch the Riches until I run out of episodes, after which I am going to watch regular tv. And maybe color for a bit. I recently found my soft pastels and I want to do a copse of green trees. And if you know me at all, you know i just felt like using the word copse. So there.