Yesterday was an awesome day. After my initial guilt at not getting to work, I spent the day painting, reading, cleaning, and generally getting caught up on things. I also took a wander up to the doctor's to put in a repeat prescription (nothing serious - mostly just stocking up just in case). En route, I helped a couple of people get their cars out.
All in all, I was really happy with my day, went to bed nice and early, ready to get back to work today.
Six inches of snow fell overnight, and I had exactly two chances of getting my car out: fat chance and nae chance. It's especially annoying, since the next street over was cleared for the buses, and my car is about fifteen feet from it, but is completely stuck.
And lots more snow is falling. I don't know when I'll be able to get back, and until then the work just keeps piling up.
Today is not going to be such a good day, I fear.
#91: "Smoke and Mirrors", by Neil Gaiman