The first day of winter and in the North East and we got buried!  We were going to go and listen to the Back Bay Chorale Society in Boston University's Marsh Chapel.  Unfortunately old man winter has decided a little dumping was in order and 12" of fluffy white stuff now sits in my driveway.

Sometimes just being home, safe and warm with your loved one is the best thing in the world.  I hope you all are having a great Sunday.

And the first delicious drop of Sunshine touches the US here: Mt. Cadillac on Mt. Desert Isle., ME.
 

So the Northeast is receiving 12-18" of snow.  As part of my good guy soul I said to myself "Self, get thy butt into work early and thy will be rewarded with the divine leaving early."  And I do.  And by 9AM I'm in a meeting that requires my manager to say "everybody take a deep breath."  This is actually kind of funny because I was just out of breath from screaming at the resident obstinate who, for reasons known only to him and the rock that served as his hatchery, could not get past the past and move forward to get us to where we all need to be.  I know this is all very vague and nebulous but the moral of the story is when you waste four days of my time because you can't drop X to get to Y I get a little .... cranky.  The interesting part of the story is ... boy Mr. Obstinate seemed to have an attitude adjustment after my, albeit over the top, explosion.  So look, I don't manage the guy, and unfortunately neither does his manager, so stay out of my way and definitely don't waste my time because you need to be "large and in charge."

And yet, it gets better.  So our hero, who is really me of course because we are all the protagonist in our personal story, is diligently cranking away with sugar plumb faeries named "leaving" and "early" dancing in my head - almost getting ready to put on my boots in fact - when, what to my wondering eyes should appear but an email so lively and quick that it must be from my boss; that prick!  More rapid than eagles his courses they came; and they whistled, and shouted and called me a nasty name: Now, Dirtball! now, Dingbat! now, Pinhead and Vermin!  Why are my transactions failing?  Why did they fail oh why did they all!

I'll stop slaughtering the Night Before Christmas now that I've vented and ranted and raved.  I left work in the teeth of the storm.  And now I'm home, with my love one; happy, safe and warm!

Have a great and safe night

Oh to see the fire in the River,

an emerald head dips, in their wake,

next seasons wind, its white and cheerful bite.