Snow Days

Spent the whole weekend hibernating, looking out the window and saying "YEAH! It's TOTALLY SNOWING! Finally!," watching too much of the Olympics, snuggling, laughing, cleaning, eating snacks and blissfully enjoying forced relaxation while NOT going to Philly to see the Wu pay tribute to the late ODB. Curses.

Allegedly over two feet of snow dropped on NYC. There's barely any left. It will be a warm week and there won't be any remnants of this by next weekend. There aren't the huge snowbanks you'd expect, or buried cars, or snowmen.

If I had to guess, I'd guess that about a foot fell. Maybe it all blew away (it was windy, and there was thunder and lightening! Woo!). Maybe, as M suggested, the city did a really good job clearing it away. But wouldn't there be snow banks? Maybe my concept of two feet of snow is based on two feet of snow that has fallen on top of other snow that was there before, because in normal winters it snows many times and the snow doesn't melt instantaneously. Or maybe two feet fell in Central Park and only a foot fell 1 mile south.

There was an hour and a half delay today at work, but I didn't know. Again curses.

Getting into work was tainted by the usual snow hazards, walking down the sidewalks normally used only to find that there is no exit onto the road. Then you turn around and walk all the way back to find a way out. I think I have devised a good alternate route to get home. And I will go home early because I came in on time.

Which means I must let you go. Hope you all survived the snow! Let me know if you did anything fun.