snowed-in

it's blizzarding. and I'm home-bound when I should've been out-bound on a flight to georgia. and now I've got fears that there will be no home for the holidays, and I'll eat a can of soup next to my 1.5 ft. fake wallgreens christmas tree and will be a christmas sadsack. I know family is all complicated and most would rather eat a can of soup beside a fake tree than deal with the squawking birds of the family tree, but I had hopes for this year, hopes for peaceful bread-breaking and gift-giving, hopes for the birds.

I guess this means I'm a penguin.