I don't blog at work. Ever. Well, a couple times during lunch when I first started blogging two years ago. But since then, never.
It's snowing. Just the teensiest bit. Minuscule flakes blowing around madly, like confectionery sugar in a blender. Last night, after seeing the Seahawks beat the Broncos (but just barely, and I reassert, Josh Brown rules!), the New York network news said potentially significant snow was on its way, but the Connecticut network news said it would miss us.
What is falling now seems to be somewhere in the middle of those predictions. Or it's just the beginning. In which case, I should have listened to the New York news because, not only do I not have my heavy coat, scarf, gloves, or other winter accoutrement, I'm wearing sandals. Yeah. Sandals. Oops.
Interesting thing is that this past Friday night, it was so warm, we turned on the air conditioning. In December. The whole world's gone kooky!
Sure is pretty, though. And festive. I guess I'll tolerate the cold toes for today.
"What Christmas Means to Me" by Paul Young (via the iPod, in the Logic 3 iStation in my office)