Right here on the first day of my classes at the university we have an ice day. Here in Texas we rarely get a fluffy, pleasant covering of the white shroud; instead God rains down on us (quite literally) freezing rain and sleet. Not fun. SO not fun.
If you'll notice picture 1 above, a shot of my humble abode, it looks kinda pleasant. Powdered-sugary, even. If you'll notice picture 2, things still don't look that distressing, but don't be fooled. That, my lovelies, is what we call ice. And beyond the obvious, there's quite a bit of black ice on the roads today. Especially the interstate and overpasses I would have to take to work. With stretches of I-30 and I-75 already closing due to the mass of accidents piling up, and a multitude of school districts calling it at day, I'm nestled all snug in my bed.
I have a certain amount of guilt as I sit here in my jammies not working on my thesis because I left all of my stuff in the office, and I'm beginning to panic. Maybe I'll write today and add quotes later from all the books not currently in my possession. Or maybe I'll watch Kinsey and Love Actually, which came from Netflix yesterday. Or I could play SIMS2. Or sleep. I'll update you on all of the anticlimactic goodness as the day progresses.
And now, for your reading pleasure, a transcript of the conversation I had with Elise this morning shows the undying hope that even teachers possess, that a bad weather day will prevail.
Me: Surely they're gonna close (because there was a mere 2-hour delay at the time of this conversation, and both our asses were going to have to venture out into the cold and ice if they didn't call school off).
Elise: Ya think?
If you'll notice picture 1 above, a shot of my humble abode, it looks kinda pleasant. Powdered-sugary, even. If you'll notice picture 2, things still don't look that distressing, but don't be fooled. That, my lovelies, is what we call ice. And beyond the obvious, there's quite a bit of black ice on the roads today. Especially the interstate and overpasses I would have to take to work. With stretches of I-30 and I-75 already closing due to the mass of accidents piling up, and a multitude of school districts calling it at day, I'm nestled all snug in my bed.
I have a certain amount of guilt as I sit here in my jammies not working on my thesis because I left all of my stuff in the office, and I'm beginning to panic. Maybe I'll write today and add quotes later from all the books not currently in my possession. Or maybe I'll watch Kinsey and Love Actually, which came from Netflix yesterday. Or I could play SIMS2. Or sleep. I'll update you on all of the anticlimactic goodness as the day progresses.
And now, for your reading pleasure, a transcript of the conversation I had with Elise this morning shows the undying hope that even teachers possess, that a bad weather day will prevail.
Me: Surely they're gonna close (because there was a mere 2-hour delay at the time of this conversation, and both our asses were going to have to venture out into the cold and ice if they didn't call school off).
Elise: Ya think?
Me: Everything else around here is closed, and all the cops that work with my Mom and had to come in from the surrounding areas said it's bad.
Elise: *reading the bulletin on the university website* "The Dallas, Mesquite, and Rockwall campuses will be closed today. The Commerce campus will open at 10:00. A final decision about the close of the Commerce campus will be made before 10:00."
Me: Surely they're gonna close. *refreshes web site* THEY'RE CLOSED!!!!!
Elise: *yells at husband to tell him school is out* Well, looks like I'm going back to bed.
Me: Me too! Have fun!
Elise: You too!!
*click*
Elise: *yells at husband to tell him school is out* Well, looks like I'm going back to bed.
Me: Me too! Have fun!
Elise: You too!!
*click*
