Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow....

Today and tomorrow, we're supposed to get "the big one", the annual St. Patrick's Day blizzard (I know, St. Paddy's is still ten days away, but close enough, anyway!). The forecast says that we are supposed to get up to a foot of snow. I suppose that will make all the ski-bunnies in the area happy. Some people aren't daunted by weather and hit the slopes whenever they can during the season. Well, good on them, I say. Some folks just live for winter, and frankly, I find it the perfect time to go into hibernation mode. This weekend may be no exception. I am supposed to work tomorrow, Saturday, March 8, but I'll have to call the work weather line to see if we're even open at all. I half hope that we're not because frankly, I am in no mood to go out and do battle with the weather digging my car out and then having to fight bad roads to drive the 15 miles into work. I find that personally stressful and it never gets my day off to a particularly good start. The storm has already begun as it is snowing as I write this. Earlier this week we had an ice storm that left the trees glistening and ice covered, some of which got knocked down by the sheer weight of all the ice coating, but it's still really pretty to see when you're out driving. A lot of folks are still without power as I write this and the power companies are still out there trying to restore electricity to whole parts of the county that were heavily hit by the storm. And now we're due to get a foot of snow, further complicating matters. The salt trucks are busily out trying to clear the roads but it won't be until this thing passes sometime tomorrow before we will know the total storm accumulation.

HOME SICK AGAIN

I went to hear "The Boys of the Lough" last night at the Kent Stage and toward the end of the concert, I found myself not feeling particulary well. I chalked it up to being tired and a long day, but when I got home, I felt achy all over. Everything all the way down to my toes hurt, and that's unusual enough for me to be concerned, so I took my temperature, and sure enough, I was running a fever. So I dragged myself to bed with every bone in my body hurting and slept quite soundly, considering how crummy I felt. When I awoke this morning, my temperature was normal, but then, your body temperature drops when you sleep anyway, so when I began to move around and get breakfast on, I started feeling bad again. Taking my temperature, I found that it had gone back up to fever level, so I decided that the best thing for me to do was to take a sick day and stay home from work. Given the weather outlook, this probably wasn't such a bad idea. The fever, which spiked again this morning, seems to be gone, but I still ache like mad, my throat is scratchy and I'm coughing, so I'm obviously trying to come down with something. After I called off work, I went back to bed and slept until noon, unusual for me, but not when I am ill. I don't know about working this weekend, between not feeling well and the bad weather forecast. If we by some chance are still open tomorrow morning, I may just call in sick again if the weather looks bad. I'd rather nip in the bud whatever my body is trying to come down with than go back to work prematurely and be sick longer than I'd like to be. Rest is the best thing I can do for myself when I am feeling even the slightest bit under the weather. After all, I have more than ample sick time built up, I am retiring in 5 years, so I may as well begin the process of using it up before the end of my career.