Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Over the ground lies a mantle of white
It's been snowing since noon and it's still coming down steadily. Light, powdery and pretty to look at, it's treacherous for driving. While it's not Snowmageddon, or the Snowpocalypse, or even the Weather Bomb that are the fearmongering buzzwords used to describe this storm front in other areas of the country, it was enough to muck up the works around town. I wasn't looking forward to working in this, but work I did, if you can call it that. Miracle of miracles, for about the second time in a year, I didn't go out, and didn't get a single call or page. All 200 hospice patients needed not a single thing and not one soul on our service chose this evening for an exit.
Tonight felt like the snow days of my youth. I won't get used to it, but it was nice for a change. Instead of sledding and snowball fights, I stayed indoors, ate chicken and dumplings, knit quite a bit and looked for a deal on a Florida vacation for next month.
And yes, that's my mail box still draped in holiday decor. I enjoy looking at it, though laziness may play a role in why it's still up.
May you all enjoy as tough a work day as I seemed to have. Now I'm done talking about it because I'm quite certain that a universal smack down is hot on the heels of this little reprieve.