True to the forecast, the "snowicane" hit last night, even though most of it came while I was sleeping. We had a good ten inches this morning, and Drew was ever so happy to get the text message that school was cancelled.
More snow is falling and my sweet car Baby is a huge mound of white. Not even her antennae is peeking through. I take Sugar for her morning walk, and she disappears in the snow, completely buried by the heavy wet whiteness. In contrast her white fur looks cream colored, and she whines pitifully, desperate to find a place to take care of business, but coming up with no clear spot.
Roberts does not cancel. Its a residential campus, and the students will traipse across campus, plowing their way through any unshoveled spots to escape their dorms and connect at least with the dining hall. I hang on to Sugar's leash while I unbury Baby. Sugar whines. She is cold and wants to go back in. I cannot convince her to take care of her usual duties. Bummer for her.
The roads are not bad, a bit slick. I drive slowly, in no particular hurry since I don't have to be on reference desk until 9am. The world is pristine. Every tree and bush is outlined in white. The tired brown earth is blanketed. Winter has fully arrived.
I park and set up at the reference desk. My colleague comes whistling by and wishes me a Merry Christmas! Indeed. Joy to the World, I reply. Winter has come.
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