I went to sleep last night with raccoons flying past my window.
Delia woke me up at the perfect time to tell me IT’S SNOWING!
So I tossed my phone to her and hurried to run outside for a spring snow nudie pic:
And then I hurried back into the cabin and found that my period just started!
And now after breakfast, the sky is blue!
I feel awesome, and am going to have special first-day-of-my-period time with myself. My body feels so warm and snuggly, and so much happier now that the PMS is gone.
I’m behind on a million things; I’m sorry about that, but I’m going to probably still be behind on most of those million things and still not responding to my phone or emails for at least the duration of the weekend. I’m doing some things, but they are probably not the things you or you and you or YOU are interested in at the moment, or aren’t done enough for me to share them for you to take your interest in them.
My body wants me to love it a whole bunch right now.
The trees are budding, but it really is still winter. Yesterday they said it was going to snow, but I was still shocked when it actually happened last night:
Snow streaking down outside the cabin.
I could hear the snow falling, it was so wet (and sitting in the small cabin I am so close to being outside/the door/windows). After it had piled up enough to make everything glow, the moon came out while it was still snowing and lit everything up. Frogs were croaking, snow was falling, and the moon was out! I didn’t bother to take pictures at that point. I just smiled in the not-dark night.
Snow just starting to acculumate on the pink chair at night.
By the time I got out of bed at 8:30, it had already mostly-melted off the trees (I did get to see it throughout the night when I got up to pee, though):
Snow melting in our backyard this morning.
It was pretty awesome of Delia to respond favorably to me tugging at her to get out of bed and hurry to take what might be the last snowy nudie pic of the year:
Stripping off my nightshirt while the snow melted around me.
Speaking of Delia, check out these pictures I took of her and Savannah in pantyhose! And today/tonight/tomorrow Delia has been/is taking a bunch of new pictures of me, the kind that are fancier than nudies-of-the-day. In one of today’s sets I wore strappy heeled sandals and tan nylon stockings. In another: a sports bra, thong and capri sweats. My hair is super blonde! And my bush looked golden from behind with the light shining on it, too.
Looking up at the blue sky through the snow melting on the little plexiglass roof over the cabin door:
My phone tried to change the name of this post to “PIC Middle”.
Self-shot, looking down at my bush. Because Delia’s busy camming.
I’m busy with a continuation of My Mysterious Itchy Rash that flares up from time to time, starting almost two years ago. Oh well. At least my hair’s not falling out, right?
Tonight it looks all red and kind of hivey along my right side, just in the middle, from my bra line to just above my hip bone, with touches of the itch in other random places. The top of one ankle, for example.
I kind of wanted to take a picture of it for my nudie pic of the day, but I’ve worked a lot of hours this week already and don’t want to throw more work time down the drain trying to set up a tripod to take a really great picture of my own rash. It doesn’t seem like a productive use of time, no matter how I’d enjoy documenting this for our mutual (I’M SURE, RIGHT?!) pleasure.
It warmed up today and rained, melting all of the pretty snow into dirty piles of slush and waterlogged lawns. I was so sad to see the stories of where the animals walked disappear.
Plus it’s just gloomy and dark weather with no pretty white powder to brighten things up.
Bye bye, snow!
I don’t know if we’ll ever see a snow quite like this week’s again in this neck of the woods . . .