This day is probably devoid of a Perfect Moment, but in my best existentialist moment, perhaps the absence of a Perfect Moment is confirmation of its existence.
You see, the weather has been horrible since early Saturday morning. Not a blizzard, but snow that turned to ice as it hit the ground. Even now, most things are covered in ice, and nobody has shown any willingness to shovel it.
Usually weekends are full of essential projects that need getting done when the getting is good. If there is no time during the week, then there must be time during the weekend. However, this snow…I can’t call it a storm or a squall….and there is too much hyperbole in snowmaggedon or snowpocalypse…..whatever we call it, it basically kept a lot of people indoors this weekend. What that meant for me was a chance to stay indoors and work on some non-essential projects.
While that sounds perfect, it discounts the need to get some of those things done, and the guilt one might feel for not getting them done.
I guess we’ll call that a wash.