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The streets remain unploughed. I'm not going to bother calling a cab company until the streets are ploughed. I assume that will be tomorrow. So I will try my darn-diddly-darnedest to wake up at 7 tomorrow and see what's what. Somehow, I'm dubious about my ability to arrive at work by 9:30 tomorrow morning, if at all. But I'll try.

The disappointing thing is that by the time I get back to the city, I bet most of the snow will be slushy and grey. Or, at least, grey. I'll miss the whole city-in-the-snow thing, which is such a pretty sight, you know. And Roosevelt Island in the snow is glorious. I have a great memory of a winter about ten years ago, probably that "Storm of the Century" deal, and my mom and I put on triple layers and boots and went wading through the waist-deep snow at dusk, and passed by neighbours going by on skis and helping one another through the drifts. By the time I get home it'll probably be just a few hills of crusty, sooty ice.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:29 PM | shower me with attention