The Stars and the Cookie Jar

...I got here forty-five minutes early, around 7:55, due to the traffic that wasn't anywhere. I imagine there's traffic now, cos no one else is here, but I pottered around cleaning up the office kitchen (continually overrun by wild pigs, much as I love my coworkers), ate my breakfast, drank hot chocolate, cleaned up after myself and then mailed a bunch of stuff before sitting down at my computer at 8:23. I like being here nearly on my own, but I have a feeling it's going to make it a long, slow Monday.

Next time, we will know to keep the scrapey thing for the snow not-in-the-trunk. And possibly have a spare one in the house where there is no snow.

I am wearing a t-shirt with words on it, my hair is pulled back, my jeans are too long and I have the world's largest pimple (from a weekend spent enjoyably, cooking and baking). We were turned out of the apartment into the snow this weekend on account of a false fire alarm.

Clearly, I have fallen down a worm-hole and back to college. Except for the whole having a 9-to-6 job and sovay not living down the corridor.