This is what I woke up to this morning. That is nothng compared to what the snow accumulation is at now. It has enveloped those poor, winter-dead mums.
The snow is mocking my rain gauge. I wanted an accurate read of the snow inches (yes, I do snow too – not just rain: I’m equal opportunity) so I went out there with that Presidential ruler I got at the Denver mint. We were at seven inches an hour ago.
Tucker only likes to go out there if I go with him. He sinks right in, so nothing enjoyable about it at all for a dog that’s only a foot tall.
I didn’t go in to work today. Didn’t think risking my life was worth it. Maybe I’m being melodramatic, maybe I’m not. We’ll never know if I would have died on that commute, will we?
I worked from home. Steve made me eggs. I did a couple phone interviews on my cell. We shoveled the driveway (albeit futilely). I drank hot chocolate. This day was meant to be spent at home.