Timelies, all.
They flew a lot of us home from LA early because of snowmageddon. We were so lucky -- a few of us were on one of the last flights into Dulles before everything was canceled. So I got home yesterday morning, went out to grab a meal before the snow started, and then slept for 6 hours. Then I puttered around and called my mom before going back to bed for another 12 hours. I almost feel human again.
Two trees behind my place were leaning precariously last night under all the snow. They both have now collapsed onto the tennis court. Smashed the fence up, too. Poor trees. But the birds have been swarming the feeder on my balcony.
I've started a load of laundry, gonna make a go at the steps...
I just made a giant batch of cashew ricotta, to be used in lasagna later today. I have not done anything at all to clean my apartment, which is what I really need to do today.
Tom Scola showed me this in Facebook, but really, this needs to be linked everywhere: [link]
He BLOWS UP THE EARTH, and then FLIES his F-14 INTO SPACE. Pretty good for a polar bear.
That is why we must never let polar bears win the arms race.
OK, so I cleared a path to the street, all the way out to the one lane path going down the middle (thanks dogwallkers!) and started a load of laundry to come into a IM from a coworker telling me to check my email, and it is all OMG EMERGENCY MUST FIX NOW, and since our db person is off the grid on the sabbath, no one to do it but me and I *really* shouldn't be doing these thing, but AHRG and they better be nice to me.
And Then I look outside and someone had cleared the whole sidewalk for the block. And I don't know who and feel like a slacker because if I'd known they were out there, I would've gone and helped!
Man, adrenaline.
No snow to speak of here.
Am feeling incredibly futless. All I've accomplished today is doing my taxes. I need to do
something
but can't seem to motivate my ass off the couch.
P'shaw. Taxes are totally something.
I'm sitting in tech. Not doing a lot in tech, but I'm sitting in tech.
