So, my alarm clock went off this morning at it's usual 0530 time and I turned it off, rolled over, and went back to sleep. Happily, when I did finally roust myself from bed, I opened the drapes and sunlight poured into the room like a warm wave rushing to shore in the Gulf of Mexico. That was a bit ago. It's still sunny, somewhat, though clouds are moving in, and it's still cold, around 18 (F), which is really nippy for those of you using Celsius.
Oh, and it's gotten windy, so all of that fine, powdery snow we've gotten over the past few days is blowing all over the place, and all of that shoveling my neighbors did yesterday is all for naut. I will take a shovel out shortly and clear a path, the operative word being clear. Tomorrow the temps are supposed to climb up into the mid 30s (F), Sunday they'll hit the 40s (F) and rain is expected on Tuesday.
And I do get to work this afternoon. Will it be busy? I have no idea. Those who are adapting to the cold will be out, but I suspect many others will stay warm and cozy in their homes and any outside expeditions will mostly be for essential, except for younger people. They seem to have fewer problems when it comes to facing the elements then their seniors.
I plan on making Moroccan chicken to eat for the next few days, spicy. I like spicy. Too many Americans have trained their mouths to avoid anything that makes their tongues tingle. Back when I was at the paint desk, I remember a mother warning her daughter about a peppermint candy. We had a bowl of wrapped candies and the little girl wanted one and her mother asked, "are you sure? It's spicy." And I couldn't help but think, hell, it's peppermint, if she thinks that's spicy, then she's doomed to eat bland foods like boiled potatoes and rice for the rest of her life.
And here's a picture of the sunshine. Bask in it.