All Things Profane and Sacred

Ah, another lovely morning at work. Why, oh why is the eviction docket at 8:15? Snow again in the mountains, which is pretty, but cold and wet and slippery. The weather keeps fucking with my head-all morning long it was, "11 inches by 10 pm!" "No! 2 inches above 1000 feet by 3 pm!" "It'll all melt by noon!" "4 inches at 500 feet by 10 am!"

C'mon guys. I just need to know that I'll make it over the hump to work by 8:15, and will be able to make it back home at some point in the afternoon. I shouldn't have to peer outside and calculate what's happening on the mountain by how much snow is on the cars going by, or call home mid-day and ask, "So, what's going on up there?"