I forgot my poem, y’all!
Snowflakes of books are the most exciting kind
You don’t get snowed in
You don’t have to buy bread or milk or toilet paper
All I have to do is keep reading,
And no one has to shovel the snowflakes I create.
That’s the way I survived Winter Storm Jonas.
Did I ever mention to y’all that from the time I saw the name of the winter storm, Jonas became a drunken Jonas Brother no one had ever heard of partying all over the country. I think that’s the way I dealt with the fact that I couldn’t leave the hospital. It was all his fault!