the weather outside is frightful (?)
For the second time this week we're having crappy weather. Last night it was freezing rain, later this afternoon there's a 100% chance of precipitation, 1 to 3 inches possible. I woke at 5am, a half hour before the alarm was to go off, to the sounds of people scraping their windshields underneath my window. Some colleges and universities, including UNO, canceled or delayed opening but not Clarkson. Ann didn't make it in and my boss has PTO until noon anyway though she called and said it was okay for me to be late. I am the only one here AND I made it in at 8am sharp. I debated walking to work and dressed appropriately but when I stepped outside it didn't seem too bad so my car is now safely parked on the 4th floor of the parking garage, facing inward of course. Nary a snowflake has touched it so far this year, knock on wood.
I regret not getting more done out and about on Sunday. You know this time of year, there's always so much to do. With a little help from Mother Nature and the City of Omaha snow plows, I can park near the building and use my lunch breaks over the next three days to run errands.
Friday night Greg and I went to Crescent Moon as planned but unlike the summer when it was fairly empty even at happy hour, it was packed to the gills with not even enough room to squeeze in and play pinball. We tried a couple other places, equally busy, only to give up in frustration and return to his place to watch A Christmas Story. Saturday morning we sat at the dining room table in our bathrobes preparing Christmas cards and later mailed them along with some other fun chores. His family has commented on how holly jolly he seems this year and how unusually on top of things he is - "I have help," he says with a smile. The man never bought a Christmas stamp in his life until he met me.
Saturday evening after a wonderful dinner of bacon wrapped filets, I subjected Greg to David Sedaris' "Six to Eight Black Men" and It's a Wonderful Life both of which he thoroughly enjoyed. He was afraid that the latter would be "a sleeper" but instead, he was so touched he gave me one of my Christmas presents early because he is impatient Greg. It's a sterling silver treble clef necklace:
Yesterday after work we went to the gym for the first time in nearly a week. It's harder to go this time of year and their full parking lots and crowded locker rooms don't make it any easier, especially on Monday nights. He's been slacking off a bit and keeps saying we'll improve in the spring but I'm concerned now. In a rather funny related story, sometimes he affectionately calls me his little furnace for the heat I give off while snuggling up together. Last night he said something about being a pot bellied stove and said "That's me" referring to himself ... only I didn't hear him quite right and feeling self-conscious about my weight lately said, "Yes, that is mean!" We had a good laugh over that one and he said he'd never be such an ass as to say something like that, even in jest. With some of our many misunderstandings, we could have our own show.
Only 20 - 30 people made it in today, I think. As a reward one of the VPs is buying us all pizza. The boss lady just got in. Back to the textbook shelf and my iPod.
I regret not getting more done out and about on Sunday. You know this time of year, there's always so much to do. With a little help from Mother Nature and the City of Omaha snow plows, I can park near the building and use my lunch breaks over the next three days to run errands.
Friday night Greg and I went to Crescent Moon as planned but unlike the summer when it was fairly empty even at happy hour, it was packed to the gills with not even enough room to squeeze in and play pinball. We tried a couple other places, equally busy, only to give up in frustration and return to his place to watch A Christmas Story. Saturday morning we sat at the dining room table in our bathrobes preparing Christmas cards and later mailed them along with some other fun chores. His family has commented on how holly jolly he seems this year and how unusually on top of things he is - "I have help," he says with a smile. The man never bought a Christmas stamp in his life until he met me.
Saturday evening after a wonderful dinner of bacon wrapped filets, I subjected Greg to David Sedaris' "Six to Eight Black Men" and It's a Wonderful Life both of which he thoroughly enjoyed. He was afraid that the latter would be "a sleeper" but instead, he was so touched he gave me one of my Christmas presents early because he is impatient Greg. It's a sterling silver treble clef necklace:
Yesterday after work we went to the gym for the first time in nearly a week. It's harder to go this time of year and their full parking lots and crowded locker rooms don't make it any easier, especially on Monday nights. He's been slacking off a bit and keeps saying we'll improve in the spring but I'm concerned now. In a rather funny related story, sometimes he affectionately calls me his little furnace for the heat I give off while snuggling up together. Last night he said something about being a pot bellied stove and said "That's me" referring to himself ... only I didn't hear him quite right and feeling self-conscious about my weight lately said, "Yes, that is mean!" We had a good laugh over that one and he said he'd never be such an ass as to say something like that, even in jest. With some of our many misunderstandings, we could have our own show.
Only 20 - 30 people made it in today, I think. As a reward one of the VPs is buying us all pizza. The boss lady just got in. Back to the textbook shelf and my iPod.