Sorry for the temporary housekeeping glitches, wherein a few simple tweaks (once the gremlins were found, thanks once again to my server-host-guru-friend) has brought me back to my usual state of controlled disorder at fragments.
At this moment, except for the weather-induced cancellation, I would have been at a tourism public meeting at the Jacksonville Center, an obligation assumed when I became part of the “steering committee” looking at the tourism bigger picture for Floyd County and the region. To attend that meeting, I had to decline the opportunity to go for the third year in a row to the Roanoke Writers Conference taking place this morning at Hollins University. Darn and double darn. It has been a winter of aborted social events and, more than ever, I feel disconnected from the flow of things and ready for spring. No time soon, son, hunker down and find something useful to do with your weather-seclusion.
We will be able, for the first time in more than a month, to leave the house with relative confidence this evening for dinner in town with friends–who cancelled their usual late January gathering due to the predictable unpredictability established by weather patterns to date. Most everybody else we usually hang with is off some place south. Sissies. Get back here and suffer cabin fever with the rest of us!