Waffling in Productivity...A Snow Bomb, An Odd Dream, and Eggs

There was doubt about the actual storm and whether or not it would fulfill it's promise. Well, it did. CT Post reported Stratford received 13.1 inches and my snowblower would attest it was rather accurate. With the winds, some of the snowdrifts were much higher and at the base of the driveway (thanks plows), the banks were taller than the snowblower. Still, I bundled up, prayed to the Great Whatever, and fortunately was able to start the ol' snowblower. Phew. I think all that shoveling would have done me in. It was difficult enough to do the back patio for Glamis.

When I woke up at 2 a.m., there was no snow. The storm hadn't arrived yet, but I forced myself awake while dreaming that I was an assistant to a giraffe gynecologist. Yes, that's what I dreamt. I'm still trying to place a face to the woman who was the actual gynecologist, but from the second I started to dream about the giraffe and her gloves, I was disturbed. We stood under the giraffe and I thought, "Why am I dreaming this?" There was a consciousness about controlling the dream. When the doctor suggested we should check anal glands, too, I said, "That's it. I'm waking up."

It was stupid.

That's when I looked out the window.

Before the storm, I stocked up on breakfast foods because I thought, "Why not eat eggs and waffles while trapped inside all day?" My planning did not disappoint, as the breakfast was perfect right before heading to the garage to begin snow removal. Of course, I was working all morning and didn't get to cooking until the afternoon. After I finished, ate while putzing about on the 2017-2018 puzzle on the kitchen table, I went outside for a 2.5 hour dual with the storm.

It stopped around 5 p.m.. The winds picked up, but I was good to go, knowing that completing this task would give me the rest of the evening to work on classes and to read.

Those waffles, though...YUM.

Now, this morning, I can do cleanup on the driveway and then head to Perkins Subaru for their yearly service. I will have my laptop so I can work.

About the giraffe though. Dreaming of giraffes supposedly means that you're waiting for good news, but it hasn't been delivered. Dreaming of gynecologists is a fear of news. It makes sense as my dossier was turned in early Fall. I didn't expect it'd show up in my dreams with an African creature and stethoscope, though. Ah, but that's what one gets when one's head is in the clouds. You just never know.