Monday, March 02, 2009
Winter's Last Hurrah?
It's been a cold Winter around here, colder than it's been in years. We've had no snow to speak of, though. With days of Spring-like temperatures in recent weeks, one might think one had seen the tail-end of Winter for this year. One would be wrong. It snowed all day yesterday and, lo and behold, it actually accumulated. If I were a kid, I'd have gotten out a sled, had a ball, and thought it was wonderful. I am not a kid. I'm a lady of a certain age who hasn't been feeling so great, so all I saw was a mess of cold white stuff that had to be trudged through with a dog who had to be taken out to take care of business. And with a leash in one hand and an umbrella in the other, you can be sure that there were some prime cuss words uttered.
I did try to take some pictures because, unwelcome as the snowfall was, it was pretty. The pictures didn't come out. More cuss words. Since the weatherman says it'll be cold for another couple of days but will warm up as the week progresses and be 70 by Saturday, maybe this is Winter's last hurrah. It had better be. If it gets frigid again, there's really going to be some top-notch cussing going on.
I don't know yet what time -- or even if -- I'm going to work this morning, where I do not want to be, anyway. It's a big mess outside with piles of snow, cold in the 20s, and wind. It's going to take me quite a while to dig out my car, plus I'd feel better if I waited for the snow plows to do a little more to the roads. If I end up taking a snow day, it won't bother me a bit. I've reached a point where I hate this job with every fiber of my being. I'm not going to sit here and go into details and whine about it. All anyone needs to know is that I. Hate. It. Alas, the Sunday Classifieds are gleaning me no leads these days. The pickings are slim. Anorexically so. Hopefully, the job market will pick up and I'll luck into something while there is still some energy and a few surviving brain cells in my body.
Have a great Monday, everyone.