And unlike the mill run of you, “snowed in” has no meaning for me unless connected with “no internet”. It’s 48 degrees and raining at the office. I have no excuse.
Thank God.
The 3-year-old furnace is cranking mightily and keeping the house about seven degrees below the setpoint. I’ll take 68 degrees when it’s 79 degrees colder outdoors. And while we had a few brownouts last night, so far we still have power. A number of friends weren’t so lucky.
Problem is, now I have to get dressed. It’s just too chilly in here to run around in what passes for pajamas in my world. The wifelet has not budged from the nice warm bed, and I don’t blame her. Miracle of miracles, her workplace announced a complete closure today and may yet decide to close tomorrow, too.
Anyway. The DHS hath declared a no-go situation today except for emergency personnel, IPL linemen, and private snow contractors. Don’t go out; it’s a sure way to get a ticket, assuming you don’t get stuck in a snowdrift somewhere first.