It figures. When you want nothing more than a snow day from work, the worst snowstorm in New York City history happens on a Sunday. Then you spend a good portion of your free day digging out, and the rest of it aching.

The official reported snow amount for my town in Westchester (20 miles north of Manhattan) is that we got 24.5 inches. Some of the drifts were at least 30 inches though. For example, notice that 7 foot high pile of snow in the picture below of me digging yesterday? That’s my car.

While I realize this snow is nothing compared to places like Buffalo or Syracuse, that’s also one reason I live here and not there. Oh well. So here I sit, in my cubicle, with my lower back and ligament-impaired elbow aching, and swaying to the buzz of my fluroescent light. So it goes.

Luckily, the redemption is this: by this Friday morning, I’ll be in Puerto Rico on a mini vacation. Hopefully lounging at a beach area, sipping a frosty beverage and earning 20%. Heh heh.
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