My snow day

 

The patio, looking pretty bleak

2:00 a.m. The smoke alarm over my bed begins to beep. Each beep alarms Sophie, and she is not reassured by my words,  nor will she come to me. She’s too busy tilting at – smoke alarms. I lie awake, listening for the next beep.

3:00 a.m. Sophie finally decides barking at the alarm does no good and goes off somewhere to sleep.

5:00 a.m. – Sophie needs to go out. My computer tells me it is 10 degrees. There is a light dusting of snow on the ground. The smoke alarm is still beeping. I go back to bed.

7:45 a.m.- Sophie wants the first half of her breakfast and to go out again. It is 11 degrees, and there is a lot more snow. I go back to bed.

9:00 a.m. – Sophie wants the second half of her breakfast. I no longer care about the temperature—I know it is cold—and I can see the snow. I discover there is no hot water. I am up for the day.

9:45 a.m. Jordan comes to give Sophie a shot and takes down the smoke alarm. It continues to beep until she figures out how to dislodge the battery. We discover the TV is out, but the internet is working—praise be. I remind Jordan that she has long said if Sophie barked frantically, they would hear it and come running. “We didn’t hear it,” she says. So much for that.

10:00 a.m. My dinner guest cancels for fear of icy roads.

3:00 p.m. I get a much needed nap. Sophie, asleep, refuses my offers to go out, and I am afraid she’ll wake me.

5:00 p.m. Sophie and I wake up. I feed her, and she goes outside.

5:30 p.m. Jordan and I have wine and eat the last of the cheese ball from Christmas. The cottage is almost comfortable. I have on a sweater, a blanket over my knees, and a heater right behind my chair.

8:30 p.m.  I have eaten the chili Jordan brought me and am thinking longingly of my warm bed. The cottage is getting cool again.

 

Good night, all. I can hardly wait for Wednesday’s thaw.