Now we’ve got THAT out of our systems . . .

The dusting of snow that fell last night has melted, temperatures are headed toward fifty, and we can all be over this bad-weather silliness for another winter.  I’m not much one for cold, nasty weather; that’s why I live in the subtropics, after all.  Supervisors walked the aisles at the Empire yesterday afternoon, asking for volunteers to stay overnight so the call center would be staffed if they got snowed or iced in, as happened last year.  I told ’em no way, since I had to get on to my night job.  I did at least get a full shift in at IRS last night, unlike the full-timers and the ones who start work even later than I do.  Management decided to close down at ten.  So what do I do then?  I forget where I parked and can’t find Piet when I get out to the parking lot, so I had to wander about for ten minutes until I found him hiding behind somebody else’s Grand Cherokee.

But today the sun’s out for the first time in a week and the world looks all better.  I’m trying to write copy for some Waring Stuph stock so I can list it out, and once L gets home from Sewing Guild meeting, we’re gonna clean house for the rest of the weekend, getting ready for her mother to come visit next weekend from Maryland.  Linda, when she visits, tends to come down in February or March because, at this time of year, Texas tends to be more pleasant than Maryland is.  That theory only fell through once, when an ice storm trapped her in Houston on her way home.  Afterward, she said she’d never really grasped the meaning of the term “urban sprawl” until she rode the airport shuttle from Houston Intercontinental, twenty miles north of downtown, to the hotel in the middle of town where the airline was putting up her and the other stranded passengers.

Jimmy Carter intimidated the BBS of Ronald Reagan.  Fnord.