Snow Siege Continues

Y’all. It is cold as hell. I’m talking about the type of cold that gets in your bones, the kind that makes you question every life decision that led you here. The snow is still piled up high as ever, but somehow that’s not stopping people from walking, driving, and moving like this is a normal Tuesday. Meanwhile, I’m on demand, stuck in the house, and honestly? I’m good. My boss told me not to come in until Thursday, and I am perfectly fine with that. We’ll see what the weather looks like, but at this rate, I might just extend my personal state of emergency.

Honestly, preparing for this felt just like prepping for a hurricane—the frantic shopping, the last-minute stockpiling, and the realization that the city only operates in extremes. I’m so glad I made it to Rouses when I did, because if I had waited just one more day, I would have walked into that store and seen nothing but empty shelves and regret. Folks will stop stocking shelves and panic like it’s the end of days at the first sign of bad weather. And today? I got to have a hot meal because of it. That’s the best part. A little bit of warmth in this frozen apocalypse.

Meanwhile, inside, my little space heaters tried their best but blew a fuse, so now I’m relying on my stove burners for heat since the oven decided to give up on life. But now, it’s starting to smell like gas, and I don’t like that one bit. If the options are freezing to death or accidentally blowing up the house, I’m gonna go ahead and say this is not how I wanted to go out.

Outside? Pure madness. Some dude was skateboarding down my street like he was training for the Winter Olympics. Another person was scooping up snow with a frying pan, and I have no idea what the end goal was, but I respect the dedication. And the drivers? Still out here thinking they can conquer black ice. One car slid sideways for a whole block while another got stuck in the middle of the road and the driver just abandoned it like a lost cause. This city was NOT built for this, but here we are, cold, confused, and somehow still entertained by the foolishness.

For now, I’m just gonna stay wrapped up like a human burrito, sip my lukewarm tea, and wait this out. If you see me outside looking like a walking pile of blankets, mind your business. Stay warm, y’all.