it's three below. according to the car. and the car usually reads a few degrees warm.
yesterday it snowed. cold snow. tiny flakes.
today will be beautiful. blue skies. and a balmy ten degrees for a high.
perhaps tomorow I'll have to *cough* *cough* call in. then hit the slopes. afterall, it dumped in the mountains. and it's supposed to get a tad warmer after today.
ah, my deluded working-too-hard dreams. I know I'll be here, chained to my desk, at least through Friday. but can't a girl dream?