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I'd been thinking the other day that we hadn't had nearly enough snow this winter, and it seems someone must've heard me. The forecast in the last 24 hours has called for anywhere from 4 to 12 inches of snow, and right now they seem to have settled on 6-10. Not quite as much fun as this (from almost exactly three years ago; ask me how enjoyable that was to dig out), but certainly enough to make me happy. I love snow, so long as I'm not required to drive in it if I don't want to. It gets so still outside, and I love the intense quiet. There's hardly any traffic noise from the major road a couple of hundred feet away. The bare branches of the trees in the normally dark woods behind the house are faintly lit by the diffused light from all the development here, the coating of snow making them look like giant nests of spun sugar. I wonder if our resident raccoon will show up to raid the peanuts and sunflower seeds in the bird feeder later in the evening.

They'd been predicting this to start around 6 AM this morning, but by 2 PM it was only barely starting to stick to the grass and not on the roads at all. That gave me enough time to make a run to the Trader Joe's they recently opened in Centreville and pick up a chicken for roasting and some veggies and the other sort of random nifty things that always fall into my basket when I'm in the store. Even I knew better than to go anywhere near Wegman's today. Saturdays are bad enough, Saturdays at the beginning of "OMGBLIZZARD!" have got to be even worse. My other accomplishment for the day was picking up a new all-in-one printer, since my trusty old HP has become cranky and refuses to work anymore. I'd like to start scanning my photos, in particular the ones of my grandparents and my parents and my childhood, as they're starting to fade and I don't want to lose them. Well, some of them are probably best lost *cough*fifth-grade class picture*cough*, but in the interests of completeness I'm sure I'll scan them too.

nminusone is over at a friend's house for a bit, and I'm taking advantage of a few hours of solitude to lounge around in flannel PJs with a sock monkey print, slippers in a completely different sock monkey pattern, and play Ape Escape 3. Sense a theme for the evening? I also took the time to have the really serious crying jag I'd needed for a while, and to turn a crappy webcam picture from a late-night conversation into a slightly-less-crappy new icon. I'm also trying to not be Posty McPosterson as I had been the last several days. I notice that when I'm stressed I either don't post at all or post six times a day; I seem to have gone with B) this time around. I do have more stuff I want to say in that filter, but I'm tired of the mood swings and the whole thinking about it idea right now and am intending to make the rest of the night one of mindless relaxation. After monkeys, perhaps "My Big Fat Independent Movie".

Melatonin again tonight I think. I was worried about taking about twice my normal dose, but it seemed to work out okay. I did, as expected, have very vivid and odd dreams; it was an epic and I don't remember more than bits of it, but at one point I remember running from some mob guys and ending up hiding at the seaside house of a guy I work with in California, and at the very end I was being held in a hotel room with one of the mob guys (played by Willem Dafoe in this dream, strangely enough) as they pulled off a hit on a rival in the next room. Afterwards, I was taken into an elevator by one of his guys who looked disturbingly like Jack Black in Nacho Libre, who was obviously intending to shoot me before we reached the ground floor. As the doors to the elevator closed in my dream, I woke up. Apparently I'd had my exactly eight hours of melatonin-induced sleep and it was now time to wake up. Weird. It was more "odd" than "nightmare", so I'll probably try it again tonight. I wonder what exactly my subconscious is trying to tell me? Other than perhaps that luchadores can be sort of creepy, and that's not exactly news.