In this area, at least, there is almost always a storm on St. Patricks’ Day week. Well, today sure fits the bill. Last night, the wind rocked and rolled and howled and sleep was more or less not a thing up in the loft until basic exhaustion won in the wee hours of the morning.

Husband was late for work. He’d already cleared it with his boss yesterday that the morning might be rough and it was okay to come in late. We slept in, which was desperately needed after the largely sleepless night. Then we assessed the snow situation. It wasnt insanely deep, but the very very wet, heavy snow that is exhausting to walk in and coats car tires. We had beached the van in a field access last night, and as was semi-expected, we got stuck.

Blessedly, our neighbour was right there with his quad-and-winch and got us back on the solid road with little ado. Husband got to work, and we got to come back home and do the 1/4mile on snow-and-squish — see, because of the snowlayer, the driveway didn’t freeze last night. So 6 inches of heavy snow on top of 3-4 inches of ooze, water, and hidden sinkholes. Wheeeeee.

We had no stabbing on this day, other than in my head (lack of sleep + barometric pressure), but all in all, an Ide ish sort of day. The weather stayed sullen and gross, the wind stayed howly and morose, and the kiddos fought like cats and cats. Or wild dogs…or maybe like roosters.

The drive to get husband at the end of the day was super not fun, and we had to beach the van again… so tomorrow we may rinse and repeat today.

On the upside, there was Korma for supper, and there will soon be sleep.

Also, thanks to Youtube, I now know I spent the last 10 years pruning my apple trees wrong. Good thing to know before I plant the ones here and butcher them, too.