...or something. I knew it was going to snow in the wee hours of the morning, and somehow that didn't prevent me from, oh, getting up early, factoring the slow commute into my morning schedule, finding my winter gloves... In fact, I more or less forgot about it until I opened the door to a landscape of white. Yeah, snow always brings with it a startling realization that I insulate myself from the outdoors to a ridiculous degree. If this had been a weekend, it might have happened at four o'clock in the afternoon. I'd have stepped outside to take a walk and -- holy crap, it's dark. And white.
This has been a ridiculously busy week. At work, things have been more hectic than usual because somebody quit about a month ago, and her position was simply cut from my department's budget. What does this mean to you? Nothing, except that I'm only making LJ posts in the wee hours of the morning when I should be going to bed.
'cept tonight, that it. Tonight I'm doing it when I should be picking up crabmoon for the_tick27's birthday shindig. I just got up from a nap, so I'm already good and groggy and late. Here I go. Out the door.