So here we are, as of Friday afternoon.
Early predictions, obviously, and the second picture is older than the first by several hours, but you get the idea. The Weather Channel updated its "Winter Storm Watch" forecast this morning, but in doing so only removed the threat of an ice storm (which, for a while, is what they were expecting more than anything else). Now it's all snow predicted for the area, and they're sticking with the original projections of 5-6 inches. JD Rudd, as you can see above, is guessing more than that will hit the KC area depending on the track of the storm -- which could easily change slightly and give me that much as well. Whatever the case, it looks like it's going to be a pretty major snow event here in Kansas, and I'm glad I don't have to leave the house during it. I'll put my car in the garage this afternoon when I go downstairs to clean out the cat box/room.
Obviously everything could change course, as these storms often do, and it's possible the forecast could get better or worse. I contemplated ordering pizza, as that's usually my go-to way to have fresh, more interesting food in the house when a snowstorm is about to hit, but eh. I may. I may not. While I have the spare cash to do so, I don't really need it, and I can't completely justify pizza when I don't really want it right now. My decision on this may change within the next few hours or the next day or so, especially if the forecast changes for the worse. I do have food in the house, food that is easy to make and food that I can cook, but eh. Depends on how I feel later, I suppose.
Daisy has been spending the morning hours finishing up the wedding invitation, as she plans to send them out today. I've seen three different drafts of it thus far, and it's very sweet -- and very Daisy. What I mean by that is that it's done in her style with her design strategies and sensibilities, and she does have a flair for that sort of thing. She's already gotten the stamps to mail all of them (even the international stamps, for the ones she has to mail to family in Canada), and once they're printed, they can go out. She's mailing about 80 or so of them total, and the remaining ones will be hand-delivered to my friends and colleagues in and around the department to save postage. No, I'm not going to post the invite here, for obvious reasons. Duh.
As an aside, I've been pondering over what I'm going to do with this blog as we count down to the wedding. A lot of the details of the wedding itself are shrouded in secrecy in order to be able to surprise our family and friends (read: so that I don't beat it into the ground and reveal every detail about it here before it happens, since if I do that what would be the reason for said family and friends to attend?), and the remainder of the details involved aren't public details, but things that Daisy and I, as well as our families, are working on in the background (budgeting stuff, decorating stuff, etc). I'll probably go into "radio silence" on the wedding stuff after a while, as all of it comes together and becomes settled. Suffice it to say that it's in the summer, and if you need to know the details about it, you already do. I don't think much more needs to be said, really.
So, she's been working on the invite and has already done and re-done it a few times to make it as perfect as she can -- because since she wanted to do it, she wants to be an absolute perfectionist about it. This is one of those processes that I basically just stay out of and give her the "thumbs up of approval" on it when she's done, similar to the decorating of the venue, the table centerpieces, the flowers, the catering, the photography, etc. A lot of those are "bridal" responsibilities, if only because if I chose to take care of a lot of that stuff nobody would be happy with my decisions -- I am a stark minimalist. I'd cut corners, I'd trim out everything I didn't deem absolutely necessary, I'd crowdsource the wedding photos, etc. Because Daisy has a much, much different sensibility on a lot of those things compared to me, I stand back and let her do what she wants with it, as a wedding is usually considered to be the most important day in a woman's life. I'll offer feedback and my thoughts when necessary or when asked, but for the most part, I stay out of all of it and hide in the proverbial corner so as not to start a fight about something. Daisy's mother did stuff for Daisy's older sisters' weddings, and Daisy was in those two weddings herself, and has attended many others -- I haven't been to, or involved with, a wedding of any sort since my brother got married...what, sixteen? seventeen years ago now? Something like that.
The other part of it -- and I told Daisy this -- is twofold. One, I already see her as my wife. The glitz-and-glamour show of the wedding is, really, just a formality. Two, I just want to do it and get it done and over with so all of us can stop fretting about it or working on stuff for it. I know how stressful it is for her, as well as everyone else involved, to keep planning and planning and to keep coming across issues or things we've forgotten that we have to throw money at to solve the problem. I secretly just want to go to the courthouse and get married quietly a week before the real wedding, get all dressed up on the wedding day, and instead of performing a ceremony, turn around and say "SURPRISE, bitches! We did it last week! LET'S DANCE AND GET DRUNK WOOOOOO" and then strobe lights kick on, house music starts pumping, and the venue becomes a rave.
...but, of course, that's not gonna happen.
Anyway.
This morning, when Sadie was sitting on my lap, she slipped and had to jump off. My hand was on my thigh beneath her, and when she slipped, she instinctively dug in with her claws...right into the nail bed of my left middle finger. Deep. And diagonally. Oww.
She didn't mean to do it, of course, but it totally hurt like hell and bled for about five minutes. I had to clean it out with an alcohol-dipped Q-Tip, and it's still sore -- especially as it's one of my primary typing fingers. On the downside, this also means that when I'm making batches of jerky this weekend (I started one this morning) that I can only use one hand to handle the raw meat as it goes into the dehydrator. Oh well. I tend to heal quickly from stuff like this without any real issue. I may have a shitty immune system in the winter when it comes to sinus infections and allergies, but cuts/wounds/etc I heal remarkably fast.
That is, unless said wound is in the eye, and is caused by a rogue pineapple.
Daisy works tonight, but she has a new schedule on Fridays (as I've probably mentioned before) -- she goes in later and then stays late in the morning to train new hires, since she knows the ins and outs of the system fully at this point, and they don't get a whole lot of quality training otherwise. I, meanwhile, have no real plans -- I will probably put off drafting out my taxes until tomorrow, as I'm tired and once again didn't sleep that well last night, and I need to be able to focus and be at 100% when I mess with that stuff. Today is my payday, but as it won't clear my account until tomorrow (and I don't pay any bills or write any checks until that money is IN THERE), I don't have anything to do regarding that, either. I'll more than likely just do my minor cleaning that I have to do, put the car in the garage, shower, eat something, and go back to bed. Daisy will be asleep after she finishes the invitations anyhow, so it's not like I'll miss any time I'd normally be spending with her.
As for the snow, I'll update you on anything else I hear, as the forecast will probably keep changing between now and when it hits. I'm not exactly looking forward to it either way, but eh.
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