There you are!

I feel as though I lost this blog behind the couch about three weeks ago, and went to move the couch when the remote fell back there, and found my blog, covered in dust and cat hair, waiting to be put back into use.

Hello, old friend.

Today, I realized that on my drive into work (a rollicking two mile journey), there was a surprising amount of glass broken along the road. I was rather surprised, lamenting the new spike in hoodlumism (or would it be "hoodling"?) in the ville of Moore. "The nihilism of our culture has finally taken grasp of our town," I rued as I drove serpentine all across the road, wanting to not damage my car's tires, which are less than a year old.

It wasn't until I went back later in the morning to meet the man who was reappraising our house that I realized that Mooresville had not been attacked by disaffected youth bent on random and apathetic destruction, but rather that winter had come. What I have been so wildly maneuvering around was not glass, but rather ice.

I have been living in North Carolina now for six months, and have yet to grasp the degree to which we have seasons. I guess I had just assumed that since Saturday the temperature outside was flirting with a balmy 70 degrees, it would be ludicrous to think that three days later we would be in a clime that was accommodating to frozen things.

The dumbest part of all of this is that I knew it was cold enough to put on a coat and use my defroster in my car this morning.

I'm confused.