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Well, here I am at work, so Maryland has managed to recover from the snow in a somewhat reasonable fashion. (Although most schools are closed today, since they couldn't get the lots cleared in time.) At the conclusion of the storm, Columbia had twenty-one inches (53 cm), and Columbia is about five miles away from us, so that's a good estimate of what we got in Ellicott City as well.
From Friday night until this morning, I did not have to leave my house. This used to bug me when I still lived with my parents, but now that I live with just Bobby, it's not so bad. I can do what I want, and he mostly leaves me alone when I'm writing. So I got a lot done, including a good half of Friday's AMC chapter, so it looks promising that I might be able to keep my posting schedule.
We had to dig out the cars, but it wasn't too bad for once. The snow was light and powdery; Bobby said that it felt like marshmallow, and he was exactly right. It took no time at all, and I'm not even a bit sore this morning. Of course, when Bobby came home from ice skating with Potter last night, our idiot neighbors had taken his spot. But Bobby--infuriated--went and knocked on their door, and the guy moved the car. It is a constant ordeal with our neighbors, who simply do not seem to grasp that living in an apartment building inhabited solely by professional people (except them) means that you do not act like it is a dorm. There is no need to slam the door, no need to have one's music or TV up so loud that I can hear the dialogue as soon as I walk in the door to the building (and they live on the third floor...next to us), and no need to allow one's friends to party in the parking lot at three in the morning.
My boss was in Atlantic City for the weekend and apparently got stranded up there in the storm...not like I think he's complaining!
Oh, and for my own amusement, I am going to keep track of how many days my coworker Kathy is unable to work due to sickness or injury. I am prone to collecting such random data; once I figured the percentage of mornings that I got stuck behind a slow-moving truck coming to work on Route 175. (It was roughly 50%.) So today will mark the first tick in the "incapacitated" category because she threw her back out shoveling snow yesterday. *makes note*
But my other coworkers have made me smile. Since Johnny the Boss isn't here, Brian dug out our parking pad and George just cleared our front walk. And even Diane wasn't too bad.
Of course, the fax isn't working...but it's government. You can't hope for too much.
From Friday night until this morning, I did not have to leave my house. This used to bug me when I still lived with my parents, but now that I live with just Bobby, it's not so bad. I can do what I want, and he mostly leaves me alone when I'm writing. So I got a lot done, including a good half of Friday's AMC chapter, so it looks promising that I might be able to keep my posting schedule.
We had to dig out the cars, but it wasn't too bad for once. The snow was light and powdery; Bobby said that it felt like marshmallow, and he was exactly right. It took no time at all, and I'm not even a bit sore this morning. Of course, when Bobby came home from ice skating with Potter last night, our idiot neighbors had taken his spot. But Bobby--infuriated--went and knocked on their door, and the guy moved the car. It is a constant ordeal with our neighbors, who simply do not seem to grasp that living in an apartment building inhabited solely by professional people (except them) means that you do not act like it is a dorm. There is no need to slam the door, no need to have one's music or TV up so loud that I can hear the dialogue as soon as I walk in the door to the building (and they live on the third floor...next to us), and no need to allow one's friends to party in the parking lot at three in the morning.
My boss was in Atlantic City for the weekend and apparently got stranded up there in the storm...not like I think he's complaining!
Oh, and for my own amusement, I am going to keep track of how many days my coworker Kathy is unable to work due to sickness or injury. I am prone to collecting such random data; once I figured the percentage of mornings that I got stuck behind a slow-moving truck coming to work on Route 175. (It was roughly 50%.) So today will mark the first tick in the "incapacitated" category because she threw her back out shoveling snow yesterday. *makes note*
But my other coworkers have made me smile. Since Johnny the Boss isn't here, Brian dug out our parking pad and George just cleared our front walk. And even Diane wasn't too bad.
Of course, the fax isn't working...but it's government. You can't hope for too much.
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