Holy mother of god, the weather

I hear you Ragu -- it takes a lot for me not to make my mile and a half walk to work in the morning unless I'm running late. Usually, heavy rain or really hot weather are the only things that will stop me. But it was brutal this morning -- sideways sleet/hail smacking me in the face. I broke down and took the train.

 

And Ragu's mom is saying, "Ragu, where is your hat? Where is your scarf? What, no gloves? You'll freeze to death from the cold"

 

Well, my road was not plowed last night. So, stupid me, I still tried to get up here -- and for a half-hour, attempts at gently leaving my foot on the gas pedal in overdrive didn't work.

This morning, I have the engine light on. Fuck.

 

It's February.

 

Bingo.

Part of the problem is that the weather has been so screwed up since Xmas that we didn't think we'd ever get winter.

 

Dude... you are like so fucked...

 

Old Joe reminds the proletariat to wear a hat.

 

How fucked is "so fucked"?

 

Very.

 

It's so frigging cold that when I'm walking outside I don't even stop at corners to wait for the light to change. I know Ragu will be shocked to shit when he reads this (that is, of course, after his eyeballs thaw out).

 

Cold as a witch's tit here. Minus-an-ungodly-number. Snow piling up eveywhere. I have a small hill to climb to get into my apartment parking lot. I nearly didn't make it last night after work. Then, the fucking snowplow (read: front-end loader) rumbled through our lot at 5 fucking-AM, waking us up. The better half called this morning. It took her n hour and a half to make her normally 25-minute drive to work.