Well, it's still snowing in DC. The buses remain cut, the train's back down, and the snow's now about six inches above our windowsill. Our neighborhood maintenance crew gave up on shovels and brought in three of those little diggers yesterday to plow everything.
Truthfully, I think I'd be more cheery if they'd just close my office and we could have a real snow day. Our clients have been out all week, and we got an e-mail today that our Philly branch is closed, but no such luck for us. So it's business as usual from the home office.
The response that people have had this week to the weather is weird. There are two main groups: those who think the world is ending and those who act like nothing's going on and drive at 60 mph on the highway, weaving in and out and talking on their cell phones. I'm beginning to think that the sensible people who know how to deal with snow are in the minority.
On the upside, we have a big pot of homemade soup cooking, and neither The Human Male nor I are considered "essential personnel". "Essential personnel" here is considered everyone from EMTs and Firefighters to the guy who stocks the onions at the grocery store.
Alice is handling the storm the best way she knows how: snuggling on The Human Male with a tennis ball.
That's one smart little pooch.