Well it is doing a lovely snow/freezing rain thing outside. If I thought I was envious of my friends planning trips down south before, I think I am doubly so now. The closest I will get this year is staring at this picture of the beach and using a heavy dose of imagination to pretend I'm on it.
My road isn't plowed and I'm not quite sure how I'm going to make it into work today, or if I even want to attempt it seeing as even the roads that are plowed still remain a mess of slush, ice and snow. This leads me to ask myself - is my day job worth dying for? Hm. Uh, no. Is it worth crashing my car for and sending my insurance rates through the roof? Uhhh...no.
So I have emailed my bosses to let them know I will be working from home this morning until the roads are better. I'm only 10 minutes from work on clear roads so when they're good to go I can get there pretty quick. Luckily I'm currently working on a project I access from home, provided my boss sends me the web link to it. Although, oddly, I am not one of these people that likes to work from home. I prefer to keep all things ING at the office. I don't want the day job infiltrating the inner sanctum. But I don't want to wrap my car around a telephone pole either. Que sera.
Meanwhile, back at Brimstone, I have finally finished the scene I have been struggling with for the past two weeks. It has been written and added into the manuscript and I am now moving on to the next one, thankful to leave the library at Lord Thackleton's far behind me. Whew. That one was killer. I'll give it a few days before I go back and read through it to do a little tweaking. My goal this week is to edit a minimum of 50 pages. I need to play catch up if I have any hope of getting this manuscript cleaned up and out the door by end of February.
And...oh wait...crap...I think I hear the plow...sigh...pardon me peoples, I see some shoveling in my very near future.