The lovely snow I woke up to has turned to awful rain. Filled with Little-Engine-like optimism, I called the emergency hotline, but the automated voice told me, “The company is currently open for business.” Foiled again.

It’s still an office snow day—I was the first one here, which I love, because I can make my tea and sit at my desk with just my little desk lamp on, and stare out the window, and keep my toasty boots on a little bit longer, and write surreptitious blog entries while my colleagues struggle through the slush somewhere. If only my desk chair were an armchair, mmmm…

I Was Made for You - She & Him