I got back and we made a late late dinner, and then I had to edit a paper for my brother because I hadn't done it Sunday (there were a lot of things put off on Sunday, but in all fairness, I was sick). By the time that was done, it was getting late and I didn't have time to squeeze in a post.
But, despite going to bed late, I woke up
So after my run, it became apparent that we were in for more precipitation. The radio people were trumpeting a "nasty" storm involving "snow, then freezing rain, then ice pellets, then ice pellets, then snow." I spent the whole day at work craning my neck to look out the window sort of near my cube. Finally, at 1pm it started to snow. I decided to duck out early and work from home in the afternoon to avoid the 1.5-hour 5pm commute that seemed inevitable. And then I got home and it stayed bone dry until about 4:30. So I kind of looked like a dope. Thanks, radio friends.
Buuuut then the weather picked up and now we're enjoying the soft pitter patter of "ice pellets and ice pellets"...
...which, as Pete discovered just a bit ago, froze up the drain in our driveway, almost flooded our garage, and sent a roaring river across our side yard, culminating in a huge black lake right next to our neighbor's house. Pete chipped away at the drain and bailed out the garage, later describing the moment as "like something out of Titanic." That man sure references that movie a lot. After he told me about the river, I had to get pictures...
|The icy river, from our deck|
|Street view--the snow had covered up the black lake by the time I got down there|
|Pete having a Jack Dawson moment|