Today we got cold. According to the local news, we were headed to certain death because the roads may freeze up. They hyped it up to the point where many of us went to Def-con 4 by way of a couple of gallons of milk and two loaves of bread. Me? I stopped by Mr. Woo's Beverage Depot yesterday and well, I have plenty of bread already.
Certain that I would be trapped for days--maybe years in my small home on the lake overlooking the mud in the cove that once held water, I woke this morning expecting to be surrounded by polar bears and other cute animals, I fully expected to be contained with milk, bread, and my PS3 for days. I prepared to drink milk, bread, and rely on adult beverages to get me through the arctic storm so predicted by a team of overly-concerned meteorologists complete with ties undone and sleeves rolled up and in some cases, mussed hair. I thought that I was going to be doomed to driving in a mess of snow and gloomy ice, rain, and sleet and all the other stuff. The bad news: I had to go to work.
The good news: Traffic was awesome! I actually drove the speed limit on 400 in morning drive time.
It's the little things that give us so much happiness.