Let hibernation-mode commence!

It didn't look good when I crawled out of bed this morning. The blue emergency snow lights about town were already blinking and weather.com somewhat ambiguously declared that there was a high possibility that there might be some snow within the next hour. After that, the hour-by-hour table pictures cute little snow flakes for the rest of the day (and night). I knew a storm was on its way, but from my apartment windows it didn't seem all that intimidating. Just a handful of flurries here and there. So I decided to give it a go while the option was still there. And I'm glad I did!

I got in the full run, plus an extra 15 minute walk, just for kicks (okay.. fine. I got lost again and had to wander my way home). The first eight minutes was surprisingly easy, and I was thrilled at my progress until I hit the next 8 minute stretch, which had me considering turning back about 45 seconds in. Miraculously, I got through the whole run no worse for wear, although the snow was beginning to come down a bit more noticeably by then.

Fast forward six hours later and the snow is coming down in horizontal sheets outside of my window. No, wait - I stand corrected, the snow is actually falling UP now. These aren't the cute, friendly flakes they show on weather.com either. More like the vicious, slap-you-in-the-face and take-an-eye-out variety. Looks like it's going to be a doozy, but that's fine with me. I got my run in, we have plenty of hot cocoa (although I may need to make a trip out for some peppermint schnapps), heat is included in the rent, and groceries are being delivered this weekend. Did I mention I also have all of next week off, for some unfathomable reason? Seems like classes just started, but I'm not one to complain. So bring on the snow. I'm already hyperventilating a bit about my next 20-minute run (what C25K guru thought it would be a good idea to go from 8 minutes to 20!?) so I could probably use a few days to mull it over and try to talk myself into it.

Anyway, it's Wednesday, which means I've got to go make sure I have everything to make up a delicious batch of blueberry banana waffles! It's okay to be jealous. Really.