It’s cold outside, but there is no snow. Yet. All of the radars show a firm blanket of white over north Alabama, but our sky is clear. It’s coming, they say.
I miss my husband. The house is too quiet, but tv is annoying to have on. I’ve been reading and waiting for him to call so I know he got in.
I just realized that this is my first night (although certainly not the last) to sleep alone as a married woman. And damn, the bed is cold when I’m by myself.
I wonder if he’d notice if a dog had slept in the bed. Or two dogs. I wonder.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow..Â