unapologetically lame

I have called another snow day for myself. On account of there being snow. Outside. I know I could get to work. But I have everything here, and I am perfectly capable of getting stuff done here, and the weather is supposed to get worse, so I see no point in bundling up, traversing icy streets on foot, for a mile, only to come home early before the next wave hits.

I dithered about this morning, but then thought, "I really don't want to be out there, goddammit!"

Some of my co-workers have managed to go in, but they admit they are unable to work from home. I do not have this problem.

In my fantasies, I am much more die-hard about these things. But, omg, I just don't care. It's cold! And icy! And going to start snowing again! And I don't want to wait for the goddamn bus in the snow again! I made the effort yesterday when it was important (i.e., no laptop, no worky).

So, there.

um, snow!

It's stopped now, but while it was dumping from the sky, Sarah and I squee'd at each other on the phone the entire time.



Not the best photograph, but it gets the message across.

Now if it would just stay fluffy and not turn to sheets of ice!