I was pretty resolute in my decision to stay in bed today. Last night, I passed up a photo group meeting because I was a little dizzy and driving seemed like a bad idea. As the evening wore on, I felt a bit feverish and out of sorts (will this crap ever end??). So, after a night of not sleeping very soundly, I figured today was a good day to do nothing and to stay put.
And then Buster said, “it’s snowing.”
I thought he was just saying that to get me out of my little cave. (He made my room very dark for me a week or so ago.) But then he repeated himself and I got curious. I grabbed my camera just in case. Sure as shit, it was snowing. A few flakes here and there, nothing sticking to anything, but it was still snow. The one photo I attempted failed and I really didn’t care. I still felt like a little kid on Christmas morning because, dammit, I had a snowflake land on my nose and that’s pretty cool. It was enough to make me forget that I felt like hell for a few minutes.
And it almost makes up for slipping on ice the other night when I took out the garbage.
Vegas is a very odd place sometimes.