Our snow is still here, but there is no new snow.
I went to work today, to be trained as an advisor and prepare for the semester's classes. When I was leaving, I said, "See you tomorrow!" to the department secretary, and she said, "Maybe...Check the weather!" I wish it was because a blizzard was coming, but no: Ice.
I love snow. I love to look at ice. I do not love ice. Ice is dangerous. It hides. It trips you. It spins you.
On the other hand, it is what we skate on. It is what the ice fishermen fish on. It's what makes us able to walk across the lake.
But I don't like when it falls out of the sky. Unlike snow, ice hurts.
So, I hope I get to go to school tomorrow, drink tea out of my office cup, make my syllabi and lesson plans, eat candy with the secretary, get things done. I don't get things done at home. I blog. :)
But the ice may thwart me. We'll see.
I hope they are wrong. I hope it snows instead. We are running low.