Gonna Be a Good Day

That's how far up the unshoveled snow came on me: past my ankles. (My ankles look like I'm smuggling hamsters in my boots because I have on 3 pairs of socks and my boot cut jeans are tucked in there. I'm not retaining 50 gallons of water or something.)

That is my bus stop. It's so nice how the gas station uses it as a handy snow storage space.

That is the reason they cancelled school today. If you live in a warm climate, that probably looks pretty bad, but in northeastern Pennsylvania in January, that's a nicely plowed street. In fact, I was awakened at 5:00 this morning by the plow. I live on a one block long dead end street, so if we get plowed, we get plowed last. The main roads had to have been plowed hours before that. Our school superintendent seems to regard snow the way my dog does: OHGODGETITAWAYFROMMEEEEEE!!!1!!!eleventy!!! In fairness to my dog, he has to stand around naked in it. I'm not sure what the superintendent's excuse is.

I have the Super Pigbird Death Flu. I think. With all of my chronic health problems, a simple head cold tends to feel like Ebola, so maybe it's just Pig Death Flu. It's 14F (-10C) right now, and when I stepped outside I was in raging fever mode and all, "It's so nice outside! I don't need this hat. Or scarf. Or coat. Yay!" That lasted until I got to the bus stop, at which point I began shivering uncontrollably and praying for spontaneous combustion.

It's gonna be a great day, I can tell.