It's snowing again.
It started this morning but was light enough to laugh off. By four I decided to bail out of work because train delays were already happening and I could see myself being the victim of the Bloody Long Island Rail Road and their inventive cancellation policies.
A good thing too because it took an hour and a half to get back to Wyandanch, Pearl of the West where I had a long walk through blistering cold blizzard to find my car was snowed in. Fortunately, Mrs Stevie had insisted I pack a folding shovel so I could bury myself in the event I decided the End had come so I was able to dig out.
It's midnight and it's still snowing hard.
Azathoth alone knows what tomorrow's commute will be like.
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