So, Nova Scotia has been warned to batten down the hatches and prepare for a big Winter storm. After work tonight we got a bunch of groceries. We got our storm chips. We got some meat. We got crudites. We got milk. We got eggs. We got coffee.
We are prepared.
That means that the storm will amount to nothing.
A few weeks ago, January 4th, we got another storm. It tore a strip off the house, and it was a few days before it could be put back in place. The power went out over night. I was supposed to have a job interview the next morning, so I got up, in the dark and stumbled around and found something to wear to the interview, praying that everything matched because I was getting dressed in the dark, people. In the end, I decided to take the interview clothes to work and wear jeans to make things easier.
I left Patricia behind. Drove to work in the storm. Got to work shortly after 7am. Got my fave parking space, the one that everybody wants because they messed up putting in the parking spaces, and made one much wider than the others. Everybody wants to park there because... well, I suppose it is a question of bragging rights, at the end of the day.
So, I get to work that morning and fire up my computer and check my work email. And I learn that the office opening was delayed because of the crappy weather. The interview is delayed for nearly two weeks.
Anyway, I vowed that the next time the weather forecast was foul, I would bring home my work smartphone in case the power went out here and the radios were not telling me that work was delayed. But I forgot to do that. The BlackBerry remains at work. If the power goes out tonight, then I will have to live on the edge and decide whether to get up and get dressed in the dark, and put on some of Patricia's clothing (in error!) and make the trek in to work.
I love living on the edge.
See you tomorrow.
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