The Minnesota River is rising and two more bridges were closed today, further isolating us from the metro area. We wouldn't go there even if we could, because a foot of snow is falling and so is the temperature.
The electrical power shut down for a while.
That's okay. We'll just sit this out, bring it on, we don't care anymore.
Our hearts sincerely go out to the workers (including our own family members) who are keeping things going, driving in to work on slippery, dangerous roads, persevering, making it happen.
Stan remembers other Wednesday mornings when the power failed in a snowstorm and there were four newspapers to be assembled and printed and drivers who would need extra time to make deliveries. Managers would appear at his office door with anxious faces wondering how it will be done. Stress piled deeper than the snow.
No. The retiree will just sit this one out with his little dog and his newspaper crossword puzzle, snuggling ever deeper into the couch by the window, watching the lovely flakes tumble down, trying to think of a four-letter word for misery.
