Charlie called today to tell me that he's on day number 3 of being ice and snowed-in in Austin because of the freaky weather. He's bored. I'm jealous. He wants to get in his car and go somewhere. I want to be snowed in.
I want to have to stay home all day and eat cheese toast and paint my toenails. I have a stack of books I'm dying to read, long baths to take, non-work-related writing to do, thoughts to ponder while I stare at the cracks in the plaster. Charlie thinks he's about a day or so away from turning into Jack Torrance. I would pay a million dollars to build a maze of ice in my back yard and run screaming through the empty hallways of my isolated mountaintop hotel.
There is hope. I hear the ice and snow might be headed our way. Cross your fingers and say it with me: "Redrum...REDRUM!"
"Darling. Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. You didn't let me finish my sentence. I said, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just gonna bash your brains in."~Jack Torrance