I Know It Don't Thrill You, I Hope It Don't Kill You

Back to work again, as we say a not-so-fondish "farewell, and good riddance!" to SNOWPOCALYPSE 2008. With barely an inch or so of the white stuff clinging to the nooks and crannies of my front yard, it's hard to believe there was nearly a foot of snow there just a few days ago, bringing Our Fair City to a grinding halt that could be heard all the way to San Diego (where a surprising number of people I know spent their holiday break).

I knew we were on the back side of the deluge on Saturday night when I encountered no fewer than four east-west bound buses on my 25-minute walk to a local theatre fundraiser. After having survived for a full eight days without so much as getting near mass transit, I actually raised my hands and cheered as the #2 come down the hill, as if the mere sight of the bus itself were a harbinger of better times to come.

I now have my office keys safely stuffed into my coat pocket, so there's no chance of forgetting them again; and the piles of unopened mail and phone messages at work proved to be far less daunting than I would have expected. Even with a short week this week, I think I'll manage to get caught up on the back-log before New Years.

So, our little adventure in surviving inclement weather is over; everyone seems to have come through their various and sundry personal ordeals in relative good spirits (although no doubt the kvetching about the lack of bus service will continue for a few more weeks), and things are slowly getting back to normal. Heck, the sun has even been out for most of the day, although it's also been accompanied by truly raging wind gusts blowing through the walkway behind my office.

But, at least there's no snow in the forecast.