The Wrath of Ole Man Winter

That wicked Ole Man – he just couldn’t go quietly. It’s in the 30s this morning with wind chills in the 20s. While they said snow was possible, there hasn’t been any yet. Just cold rain and a light drizzle.

This isn’t exactly the weather that one would expect for Opening Day of the baseball season. No, not at all.

I have colleagues who are planning to go today and on Friday, they were already planning to wear long underwear! There were people on the news last night who had made themselves a “tent condo” inf front of the stadium in hopes of getting tickets to the sold-out game. I like baseball and I’ll root for the Cards as hard as anybody, but there’s only one word for people like that: crazy.

The game is supposed to start at 3:15 so getting out of downtown at rush hour tonight should be complete and total chaos. I just can’t wait. *rolls eyes*

I actually do feel a little better today. I’m just very tired. It would have been a good day to stay in bed. If I could get about five or six more hours of sleep, I’m sure I’d feel like a new person.

I should have been able to get some extra sleep yesterday, but Toby was a complete and total menace. As a result, I didn’t get to sleep in like I normally do, so I’m paying for it today. And I spent a good chunk of the day just catching up on those routine things that I can normally divide between Saturday and Sunday.

In spite of the weather, which casts a gloomy shadow on everything at the moment, here’s hoping for a much improved week.