Oh the weather outside is frightful

Yeah, you know what song I'm talking about.  And that's just what happened and brought the city of London to its knees.  What we Bostonians would classify as "just a little snow" (read: less than two feet) crippled the public transportation system, shut down the airports, and suspended the bus services entirely.  Wow.  

It is beautiful to see everything all covered in a white blanket.  Watching the big fat flakes come down makes me think of home.  But at home, I would be curled up with the dog and the husband with a cup of tea in my big striped Starbucks mug.  Can't linger too long on that idea or I'll get weepy all over again.  

Homesickness has kicked in full-throttle.  I've tried my best to keep it at bay with trip to friends' houses and practicing and even cooking, but it kicked me hard yesterday.  Everything made me weepy.  Even watching a really stupid movie (and "You, Me & Dupree" is a REALLY stupid movie) made me weepy and wish for home.  

The snow has stopped and the sun is making it melt and fall off the trees in big clumps.  I just hope the sun sticks around for a little while - long enough for me to get outside and feel it on my face.  I'm not brave enough to go running in the park with the amount of broken tree branches I've seen falling under the weight of the snow, but maybe just walking to the Tube, if it would hang up there a little while longer.  That would be nice.  

Sigh.