Climbing the Third Stair

It started snowing here very early this morning and it still seems to be coming down. It's quite breezy, so it might just be blowing snow, but the volume is such that I'm doubting it. It leaves me in a quandry, though. Normally I love snow (I'm not saying I'm fond of digging my car out of it, just that I think it is beautiful and sometimes fun), but I'm supposed to go out to dinner tonight to celebrate a friend's promotion, and this snow jepordizes that.

It's a profoundly depressing thought. I am seriously loathing my life (and myself) at the moment, and I'm hungering for a chance to sit down with friends and enjoy life, if only for an hour or two. (I had a pleasant evening with cassandra_e last night, and want more.) But since the beginning of the year I've had horrible luck with having social time. Either I lack the time, or I'm available and my friends aren't (shall I count the times I've been stood up here?), or everything is set to go and some random incident gets in the way. Like a frozen car door, or six inches of snow. Distressing. So very distressing. And yet, the snow is clinging to the trees in a very lovely fashion.