three inches....

duders,
three inches counts, right?
huh?
oh, c'mon.
stop it.
three inches is enough to qualify today as a
snow day.
i mean,
if i've gotta pay the plow guy,
and clear my walkway,
and sprankle melty magic rock salts everywhere?
yeah....
then i fully expect to reap the benefits of a snow day, too.
i'm just sayin',
anything can happen on a snow day,
and that's expert.
what's happening?
ha.
not much, yet.
there've already been cupcakes in and out of the oven.
teleport:

but that really just means it's tuesday, y'know?
yeah.
oh.
and i ve been rewashing every single article of fabric in the entire
Folk Life & Liberty Fortress, too.
neighbors,
when you've got the super-itchy skin-destroying, time-consuming,
flesh-shredded, concerned-and-consternated-furrowed-brow and
claw-nail-marked-troughs of a tough rash situation?
well,
if you've got that,
and if you're a serious active participator-
you'll do every/any/all-things to proactively attack the irritants.
that's real.
because no jokes,
this itching and itching and itching is driving me crazier and crazier.
the 'roid rage of medication has run it's course,
and i'm left with the lingering effects of affections' endings
and animosity's aggressive escalation.
y'feel me?
no?
oh.
let me elucidate-
when something is hurting you, you must eradicate it.
that's it.
because rules is rules.
and when it's all boiled down, triple-distilled, and concentrated, kids....
you know it-
nature wins.
so,
if anything can happen,
let's hope the first order of business today is to stop scratching,
and start mending.
uh-huh.
is today my day off?
well, officially, yes.
am i working?
you bet i am.
making money requires me to earn it,
and earning it requires working,
and all of it is no kind of fun,
but all of it is on the schedule today.
today is the day......
......but is it really?
the snow day chaos theory seems overly optimistic if you ask me;
never quiet, never soft.....