Static. It’s the snappy, clingy electricity you generate by walking on your rug. It makes your hair fly in wild directions. Kind of like Einstein on a busy day — or anytime the air is dry and my clothing snaps and crackles. It’s the sound Rice Crispies claimed to make before it went all sodden.
Although it also means “still or stationary,” I do not see how it can be all that snapping and crackling yet also mean non-movement and stationariness. Which IS a word because I looked it up. No matter what WordPress says about it.
Nothing static this morning except me and that’s only because I haven’t woken up yet.
Newsflash: the snow is gone! It poured for three days. Not some little old rain, but the old end of spring full-on deluge kind of rain … except it’s just January and that’s not supposed to happen until March in time for the floods.
And overnight, the warm weather of yesterday flew away and it’s cold. Good news? Mud is frozen! Bad news? It will thaw. It always thaws.