My coworker came in after break and said, "It's so cold out there, my snot is freezing to my face as fast as it can run out my nose!" Which was even more hilarious, because I thought that particular coworker didn't even have a sense of humor. She's always been so serious about everything. Here lately, however, she's loosening up a bit, and it's nice to see.
But anyway, she was right. We got cold, but again, we didn't get any snow. Just this sleety mess and freezing rain. I tried to take a photo around 3:30 this morning, but it didn't turn out too well.
The good news is --or the bad news, depending on your perspective-- the roads were clear, both going to work, and coming home. Part of me was hoping I'd wake up to a text telling me the plant would be closed for the day, and I could stay home in my nice, warm bed, but no such luck.
So out of bed I got and into the cold I went. Where my coworker uttered the now famous line above.
When I got home, I was able to get some better photos, both of the sleety mess
and the little icicles hanging from my roof.
After filling the bird feeder and building a nice little fire, I sat down with a mug of hot chocolate and wanted to smack that little rodent up North.
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