Snow, snow again... I'd like to be home instead of here...

Okay, so here's this morning's timeline...

Just before 800 - walk out the door. Get my gear into Colleen's car, as I am using hers instead of mine (she has no school today). Clear off the car.
810 - slowly ease the car out of the driveway. Stop at Stop & Shop to grab a few sundry items in case I'm stuck at work for whatever reason.
820 - Back out on the road. Slow going, rather slippery in spots. Very slow going on the highway, especially when you catch up to the staggered column of plows clearing the roads.
903 - Inform work that I'm running a little late due to weather and slow traffic. Current position is on 495N, nearing the Rt 117 Bolton/Stow exit.
915 - Make it into work. Change out of my boots and into a pair of slipper-type shoes.
917 - Call Colleen to tell her I made it. She is less worried.

Here's my hope -- they decide that since the worst of the weather is coming this afternoon in time for the late afternoon/evening commute, we'll get a reprieve and be sent home early.
Hope springs eternal, though, doesn't it?
Don't get me wrong, I like snowy weather... just not driving in it.

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I have to tell you that I don't really have the drive to be here today. All I have to do is look out the window and think, "Dear Gods, I have to drive home in that!" It's at that point that it all washes out of me and I begin to wonder if they're going to tell us to get out of here before it gets even worse than it is now. Avoid the evening commute and all that.
Of course, this just makes me feel chilly, even moreso than it can be here in the office. Certain spots are nice and warm. Others have a cool side to them. The lunch room is one of the cooler spots in the building. Bathrooms too.
I've already got tonight's activities planned out -- do the dishes, make a nice egg dinner, and sit back to watch TV.
Tomorrow we'll go get the smaller Christmas tree from my parents' place and set it up so that there's something for Marcus. First Christmas and all.
The rest of the weekend involves cleaning the apartment. Kitchen, pantry, dining and living areas.

Okay, just had lunch, and there's a good 6-8 inches on the tables and benches on the patio outside. This is freakin' nuts.