Forgive me little saints, it has been two days since my last commute cam. Don’t worry, I haven’t given up on the idea or anything so drastic. It’s just that I haven’t commuted in two days.
In the wee hours of the morning (something like 2am) on Wednesday, I woke up and I could not go back to sleep. I couldn’t tell if I was experiencing a “dark night of the soul” or if my stomach was reacting to the fried baloney sandwich I had eaten for dinner. In the end, does it matter? In all likelihood, one was probably feeding off the other to keep me tossing and turning and awake.
Around 4am, I remembered we had phenergan in the refrigerator. Anyone who’s been pregnant (not that I have, just sayin’) knows that phenergan is great for upset stomachs. Plus, it has the added bonus of making people sleepy. I should have self-medicated when I first woke up at 2. Having waited as long as I did, I had to decided if I would be able to wake up in time to go to work. I decided I wouldn’t be able to pull it off, so I sent an email letting folks know I would be taking a sick day.
It turned out to be a very good call. I never did really fall back asleep. (I never really got sick at my stomach either, which probably means I was suffering from “dark night” rather than an upset stomach.) I went to the gym at 2pm, and when I walked out of the door to the parking lot, the world was covered with snow. Later, I heard that it took some folks 6 hours to get home from work. A few people decided to spend the night at the office. Today, the office is closed.
Now, the sun is melting the snow quickly, even though the temperature hasn’t gotten above 28 degrees. It’s Thursday, and I’m a greedy bastard for wishing for a third day at home on Friday.
Ruth and Melissa build a snow fort.
Ruth took this with her cellphone camera while she walked the dogs in the first snow of the year.