The White Death Comes From Above

It's snowing. A lot. I know that some of my readers (Brian) are currently undergoing far, far worse snow/weather craziness than we are out here....but shit, man! It doesn't snow here--like, ever. And if it does, its melty. It doesn't stick, really, for more than a day or two--and if it does the world comes to a screeching and abrupt halt. People out here are wildly unprepared for snow driving. It's common sense! (In my mind, anyway.But I lived in a snow covered state for a number of years.)

Out here, this is the thought process when driving in the snow.

"It's snowing! I better park my car on the side of the freeway and walk and then be surprised when my car is impounded/smashed to bits!"

"It's snowing! I better just drive like I normally do (80 mph) and then be surprised to find myself in the ditch!

"It's snowing! I better slam on my brakes every four feet!"

Sigh.

My coworkers who live in another county are shacking up with me. It's kind of nice to see them outside of work, but also kind of weird to see them in their jammies/underpants. I slept on my couch last night, and when a buddy of mine (Hi!) woke me up to tell me he was leaving.....things didn't go so well. I was dead, I mean, DEAD asleep, and apparently we had a really interesting conversation.

"Hey, I'm taking off, so you can go sleep in the bed if you want, ok?"

"Hrmphwahrslnslhg. Ishernshalsnbts. Yeahsleepwalithczhwlr."

I woke up a few hours later totally confused as to why I was not in my bed. Also with a completely dead arm, which is always nice to wake up to.

Anyway, if I don't post for a while, or email, or anything, it's because my cable/power is out. Not dead, just cold and cut off from society.

But I got my car. And I love it. LOVE.



And so on.