Hmph. I had to park in the gravel lot down the street—no spaces on the street on my block or in the pay lot beside my building. Still, irritation somewhat mitigated by being filled to the brim with yummy teppanyaki steak and scallops.
Natter 56: ...we need the writers.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
2° F. I'm so glad I was able to stay in today.
Tomorrow I'm supposed to be at Navy Pier and get off work after buses stop running. I get to choose between spending a couple hours wages on parking or braving the anticipated wind chill of 20°-30° below for a 20ish minute hike to the train.
I have have 4 more degrees than you! Somehow, that doesn't make me feel much better.
Boo transportation issues.
Taxi to the train, aurelia?
I second taxi 'cause that's not the safest walk at that hour.
I have lots of degrees! 35 of them! But its windy as shit and the dog seems to thing she should get to go outside all the time.
My brother caught a little snow. Nothing as bad as we did, though. But it is Birmingham and they are even less prepped than here.
What did he send me pix of? One of D on the deckin wee snow and..one of his 3 turbos. Snork.
I knew that, with the cold, the bookstore today would be either deader than dead or busier than hell. I got both. We were deader than dead until 11:15, and then just swamped until I left at 5:00.
Why? Why did all of those people venture forth from their toasty warm houses into twenty below windchills? Why did they all want me to wrap their books? Why?
I'm thinking I may as well drive and eat the parking cost. On the plus side, I'll get home much faster.
Kathy, I have no answers to those questions. I could see how coffee and books seemed like a more immediate cozy (than home) from the vantage point of the parking lot. But why they ventured out in the first place? Who knows.