Tuesday,
February 25, 2003
Snow Day
Yes,
I'm home. Are you really surprised?
Although I did get up at 7:30 AM this morning to check the weather, because I am a conscientious kind of person most of the time. I took one look outside, said, "Nah" and went straight back to bed -- ain't no way I'm trying to get to Irving in that stuff, uh-uh.
And yes, I know how to drive on ice -- did it in Chicago and Montreal for years, I'm expert at it. However, I'm expert at it when there's been a concentrated effort to at least try and clear the roads. All they've put down out there is sand -- what is this, Sweden? Sand on ice just gives you gritty ice -- with this kind of freeze, you need salt and lots of it. There are kids outside right now playing hockey in the complex streets, and the puck is sliding along slick as you please.
Sand. Yeah. In the words of Elwood Blues, fuck that noise. This is a snow day, and I'm going to spend it cleaning, doing laundry, writing and updating this journal for the first time in two weeks. Keep the celebration down to a low roar, please.
And at the end of the snow day
I have:
- Successfully updated the journal (yeah, there are gaps, but nothing much of note was happening then, so why make up unnecessary entries?)
- Done every piece of clothes laundry in the house. Tomorrow I wash the bedding.
- Cleaned our bathroom, including scrubbing down the tub enclosure
- Cleaned our bedroom, and will vacuum tomorrow, since it looks like we're getting more freezing precipitation overnight and I'm not skating to work.
- Fixed the problem with the customer's domain name (I think, anyway). It should be propagating within the next four days, and if it doesn't I will be making unpleasant calls to Australia to find out why. Next -- find a lull period when the customer can take a couple of days off the net and transfer the domain name to their ISP as registrar.
- Did last minute tweaks and back and forths with the editor of the British SF mag and the writer I interviewed back in December. The final copy is now on its way to layout, and the interview will appear in Issue 4.
And now. . .I write.
Whee. . .