I’ve been watching snow accumulate all night. The traffic cameras show that there are only strips of packed snow where the roads used to be. And it warmed up enough to start drizzling, which means everything’s formed a crust of ice. Snow should not break, but ours is.
Even the buses have forsaken the valley I live in. Apparently, they’ve decided that even with chains, it’s too much of a gamble.
And I’m supposed to go to work tomorrow. I don’t want to call out due to weather again, but if this shit keeps up, I won’t have much choice unless I plan to hoof it the ten miles or so. I don’t.
I’m afraid that if I hear anyone burbling about the joy and wonder of a white Christmas, I shall strangle them with my bare hands.
I fucking hate winter.