Or you know, a typical nor'easter.
In ye olde days, this would be a true SNOW DAY: a day free from work responsibilities, a day to watch movies, read a book, or hang out. (If you had a car or property it would involve snow removal. Blessed be the poor aka Nettie, for doth she have neither of these?) In ye new technology days, this means working from home, conference calls on Bluetooths, email, .pdfs, and "track changes/insert comments."
Me thinks my friend Jenn hath heard the tales of my people one too many times. Forsooth, it came to pass that some of Nettie's present came hidden in this box. As in ... "I hope it's not what's in the..."
I started to laugh, but had to stifle it, in case it actually was. Friends make sure that their friends are of the "regular" variety and all. I mean, Jenn and I are "not normal," but ...
My Valentine's Day also start off treat: I got to sleep in. The snow was bad enough to alter train schedules and cause a late opening.
Sleep. Sweet Sleep.
YOU are my true love. YOU hold the key to my heart.
|Hearts by 'Cupid' for various colleagues|
Scenes from the commute:
|Still life: Shadows and Shovels|
|Snow is so deep, it covers the Arts for Transit at Hartsdale|
|Guess I'm not sitting there to wait for my ride!|
Despite the snow, doesn't the Rosen House look happy to have people on the property?
|Caramoor Rosen House|