They say in Nova Scotia that if you don't like the weather, wait five minutes and it will change. Yesterday afternoon it began to snow. So I waited. And it turned to sleet. Waited some more and now we have rain. I'm waiting for the Siberia like conditions to hit so everything will freeze and make the drive to work a real challenge. My boss seems to have it in his head that I hate going to work on storm days. He's right, although in my defense once I was actually sick, the other day I threw my back out shoveling and couldn't move, and the third time it happened the RCMP were telling people to stay off the roads. And me, as a people, listened. I like my job just fine, but not enough to die for it. Or crash my car and pay higher insurance premiums. But my boss has already told me he needs me at work tomorrow (hmm...preemptive strike on his part?), so I'll be driving to work, holding my breath and hoping everyone else drives according to the conditions. What are the chances?
On my desktop at work, I have a beautiful white sand, blue water picture of some exotic beach that I really wish I was at right now.
In writing, I spent last week on my couch pumping out the page count using my Alphie. I was surprised to see what the page count was each day when I transferred it to my computer. I think that might be a good way to do things when I'm writing new material. Makes doing my blog entry a bit wonky because I normally do that at the end of my writing time, but if I'm not on the computer, you may see me a little less. Or I'll post in the evening. Or on my lunch hour. Eh, I'll find some time. Like this morning - I blogged while I ate breakfast. I do love to multi-task.