Hey look, a streak
LJ just vomited a batch of backlogged notifications into my email. Not cool, LJ. I suppose it's rather poetically appropriate seeing as how I'm posting for the third day in a row, which while not a record is certainly unusual. New friends who thought I was only an occasional poster, sorry for the bait and switch.
Anyway, the storm system was rather slow moving, so December 9th ended up being the date of the first blizzard. Officially the blizzard warning didn't start until midnight, but it was blizzard-y enough yesterday that area schools got out early. The undergrads were making talk about classes possibly being canceled, but my reaction was "don't bet on it."
Then I got up this morning. Snow? Check. Wind? Check. Area schools? Closed. University classes? Canceled. University employees? Expected to make reasonable attempts to come in as scheduled. Well damn. Since my attempt to come in involved the force to be reckoned with that is the bus, I had no trouble. Wasn't even late. "Blizzard?" says the bus. "What blizzard?"
This blizzard, bus:
That's my dearly beloved but much maligned Cirrus under that blanket of seven inches (and counting) of snow. It's a good thing I have enough groceries and cat food to get to the weekend, because shoveling off the car is going to be a weekend job.
Anyway, the storm system was rather slow moving, so December 9th ended up being the date of the first blizzard. Officially the blizzard warning didn't start until midnight, but it was blizzard-y enough yesterday that area schools got out early. The undergrads were making talk about classes possibly being canceled, but my reaction was "don't bet on it."
Then I got up this morning. Snow? Check. Wind? Check. Area schools? Closed. University classes? Canceled. University employees? Expected to make reasonable attempts to come in as scheduled. Well damn. Since my attempt to come in involved the force to be reckoned with that is the bus, I had no trouble. Wasn't even late. "Blizzard?" says the bus. "What blizzard?"
This blizzard, bus:
That's my dearly beloved but much maligned Cirrus under that blanket of seven inches (and counting) of snow. It's a good thing I have enough groceries and cat food to get to the weekend, because shoveling off the car is going to be a weekend job.