Clear a Path

 You know what that is?

It's the beautiful sight of a freshly plowed bike path. It's been weeks of stumbling through feet of snow (except for the -26 degree days that Joe won't let me walk to school) but finally, there is a path!

There's not much else to report.

Go to school.

Hang out at home under blankets.

Move our car so they can plow the parking lot.

Start again.

We've started the job application process again. Who knows where we'll be in August?

Coon Rapids?

Ohio?

Michigan?

Bahamas?

You never know.