This is the view from my apartment window after a snowfall. It's not pretty, but the parking lot looks worse after a day or two. This most recent storm followed the usual path - pretty once the snow stopped falling, and progressively more sloppy as the days drag on.
With the exception of a visit to the doctor to get information on my blood tests (things look much better than expected for me), I didn't do much except for a run to Wegman's to pick up groceries. Since I was already out as Mario, it didn't make sense for me to change into my feminine presentation just to make a supermarket run.
So when I got back home, I settled in for the night. And then some emergency equipment tried to make it through our poorly plowed parking lot to deal with an issue with one of our residents. Did I go out to check what was going on? No. Instead, I got a call from another board member asking me what was going on. We chatted for a while, and then I started to eat the duck I was cooking.
Was this a wasted day? Yup. But without people to get together with (due to the pandemic), it's so much easier to make many days into jammie days. And I did just that today.
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