Sparks!

It feels like breakup outside today. It's twenty degrees, the sun is shining, there are blue, cloudless skies, and all day I've been scared to death because I'll hear a crashing noise only to look out and see the snow loosening up and collapsing down on the porch from the roof. It's a much different scenery than a few days ago when it was lightly snowing and a moose grazed into our driveway.

It was a baby so I was hoping to avoid "Mama" wherever she was lurking. I just took pictures from the porch. Anyway, have I mentioned that there's a crazy amount of static electricity in this cabin? Every single time I walk across the carpet to flip the light switch, I get shocked. It's no small shock either...there's almost always a spark. At first it was cool- climbing into bed in the dark seeing sparks flying everywhere. I felt like Harry Potter --"Lumos!" It's getting old pretty quickly, though. It may sound bizarre, but I think my left thumb has been shocked so many times that it's not working properly. It hurts when I move it and I can barely support a book with it. It's really odd. "Riddikulus!"