I suppose I'll have to sit in the rickety chair again ...
The college was open but it was hard to tell for sure until they updated their weather line message around 8:00. With the Geo in scattered pieces around the garage waiting for the right part in the right box this time and my car up on the 4th floor of the parking garage since Tuesday morning, I had to make a decision around 6:30 to stay home and risk the college being open or have Bruce drop me off and risk the college being closed. The latter seemed more adventurous. Normally he waits to make sure I've gotten in the building safely before leaving but today neither one of us thought to take the extra measure since I've never had a problem with my key card before. Until today. When it's 0º outside not counting windchill. I contemplated walking to nearby Bruegger's Bagels but walking through 14 inches of unshoveled snow along Omaha's busiest street isn't exactly my idea of a good time so I called Nebraska Medical Center Security to come unlock the door. They said they were on it but our head IT guy with a master key arrived before they did … 20 minutes later. All in all I spent just over a half hour outside in the freezing cold first thing this morning. Lucky for me I dressed in enough layers to be mistaken for Shackleton's sister.
At lunch, the heavy syrup in my peach cup saw fit to leap out of its vacuum sealed container, taking aim at my pants and sweater. And if that weren't bad enough, as soon as I cleaned that mess up, I leaned back in my chair, bumping my head hard against the wall much to the amusement of my lunch bunch.
It's been one of those days when I probably should have stayed home in bed. Hopefully the ride home proves to be uneventful -- if my car even starts.
In good news, Steve's band Lord Byron Blues finally got some press: Toes Tapping, Feet Dancing. We plan to go to see them at Mick's Saturday night, weather permitting, of course ...
At lunch, the heavy syrup in my peach cup saw fit to leap out of its vacuum sealed container, taking aim at my pants and sweater. And if that weren't bad enough, as soon as I cleaned that mess up, I leaned back in my chair, bumping my head hard against the wall much to the amusement of my lunch bunch.
It's been one of those days when I probably should have stayed home in bed. Hopefully the ride home proves to be uneventful -- if my car even starts.
In good news, Steve's band Lord Byron Blues finally got some press: Toes Tapping, Feet Dancing. We plan to go to see them at Mick's Saturday night, weather permitting, of course ...