You'd think I'd love the snow. Schools are closed (FWW is a teacher), government is closed (I'm a federal employee). Free vacation day tomorrow. Maybe FWW and I will go cross-country skiing.
But I hate it. It was the eve of the first of the three blizzards of 2009-2010, when FWW and OM first had sex. They were planning on the next day, but moved it up to Friday because of the snow. When I came home from work, I could smell him on her, although I did not know it at the time. Indeed, much of their affair was centered around those three blizzards, in some strange fashion.
Maybe I don't really hate the snow. It's actually quite beautiful watching it fall past the streetlights. But it does make me anxious. I should be asleep right now - it's past midnight. But I can't. Four years later, I still think about it.
One more small thing tainted.
