Beauty before me, I walk with. Beauty behind me, I walk with. Beauty above me, I walk with. Beauty below me, I walk with. Beauty all around me, I walk with. Navajo Night Chant
Okay, so I've adjusted my attitude. My friend Diane said it reminded her of the Stephen King story "Storm of the Century" in which (I think she said) the storm demanded the sacrifice of someone to satan before it would leave. I'm not planning on throwing anyone to the devil, but I realized I can let go of my negativity and just enjoy another day off. We'll hope again that the power stays on (this snow is heavier and they're worried about branches breaking on power lines). But we've got plenty of food and sterno and long undies, so either way we're good.
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