snow

Good morning! 12.6 inches! Oh, and a fallen branch across my yard. err :/

At least there is still power [and powder! ;-]

weather

I check the weather more than any person I know. It's true, I love the weather. So when I saw this, I was delighted!

Move over Jim Cantore, this might just be my new favorite weatherman. :] Too bad he doesn't live in Texas.

mr. cellphone, please go away

I know it’s not really your fault, but I hate you anyway. You destroy my weary down time on the train, my peaceful reflections at the coffee shop, and my lovely moments at home. You bring me tidbits of news I don’t care to hear. You bring them to me indirectly, ’tis true, but still…I don’t care to know that Sally is mad at Melissa’s mom and if you, Mr. cellphone, would simply die, then Bill would discover how readily he could wait to see Sally and fill her in. But, I betray myself. I do use you in my capable hands, nearly everyday, to fulfill your design. Still, I don’t feel offended when I encounter voice-mail (awkward perhaps), I don’t utilize your microphone when confined in a small space with strangers, I don’t surf the web with your tiny screen, I don’t push your buttons incessantly while avoiding surrounding opportunities to be aware and courteous. Perhaps I underutilized you; yet, I feel confident in expressing my hatred. While I may use a few of your functions in certain circumstances, this means only a mild enjoyment of something which loosely resembles you. That is all.

No, there is no love here, Mr. cellphone. Please move on.

~notes from the train~