Today we woke up to an ice storm that kept the kids home from school for the third day running. They’ll be home tomorrow, too; we’ve blown through all of our snow days, and then some.
The university closed due to weather for only the second time in the past eight years. In Columbus, Ohio State canceled classes, too.
Oddly, we had a lake in our backyard in the midst of all the snow and ice. In the foreground, you can see my butterfly bush, bowed but not quite broken. It’s an apt enough metaphor for all us beleaguered parents, wondering when our kids will ever return to school.
My boys have been pretty great about letting me tinker with lecture material while they play. The Bear has even shoveled snow as stoically as his North Dakotan ancestors. (It probably helped that I bribed him.) We’re just all really ready to get back to a normal routine.
As for me, I’ve felt a bit better the past two days, though still far from normal: less tremor-ish and a lot less stupid. I’m off the Bactrim now but the improvement predates that. So the mystery thickens, and we’re doing more tests. I luckily got in to see my doctor yesterday … because today, even the clinic was shuttered due to the storm.