It was dark and annoyingly silent, there wasn’t another soul to be seen, a bitter cold wind slapped my face, and ominous storm clouds spied on me from overhead.
Add some scary music, and I’d definitely feel like the next victim in an 80s slasher flick.
But The Handsome Runner didn’t feel like having his throat slashed by the Snowman Killer’s jagged icicle, so I only did three miles and escaped with my life.
Of course, it felt like a horror movie because Winter Storm Skylar, Snow Miser’s latest Winter Weapon of Mass Destruction, was on its way to Maine.
Cue the scary music…
The meteorologists have been all over the place with this one, but early predictions of five to eight inches quickly grew to eighteen to twenty-four inches.
No wonder I wanted to get the hell inside this morning.
Snowmageddon was coming, and I wasn’t ready to succumb to the icy, white death.
So I went to work and prayed for a snow day. Obviously, I couldn’t have a true snow day if I was going into the office, but I was hoping for an early parole and a possible snow day tomorrow if things went as the weather guessers were kinda, sorta thinking they might.
As I’ve established in this ongoing tale of Winter Woe, driving in snow no longer petrifies me now that I have the RAV4.
However, I’d still prefer not to drive in a blizzard. The less I can put my life at risk and myself in the danger, the better.
That’s why I was willing to go to work early. It wasn’t snowing yet, and I have no problem working when it’s snowing. I just want to have the option to head for the safety of The House on the Hill before a whiteout scenario and deteriorating road conditions make the drive home dangerous enough to make me long for Southern California.
That was where the early release program entered the thought process.
It was inevitable that they were going to spring us because far too much snow was coming.
It was simply a question of when.
I was chatting with my very attractive friend Dani about our upcoming parole hearing. We decided to make things interesting and put a friendly wager on it.
Dani guessed a three o’clock pardon for today with a return at ten o’clock tomorrow morning. Oh, Dani, so easy on the eyes, but so definitely going to lose this bet.
I went with a two o’clock jail break and a snow day tomorrow.
Because two feet of snow is just too much for anyone to have to deal with in the morning, and because it was supposed to snow all day tomorrow. When would it be safe to be back on the roads again?
I’ll tell you when: Thursday.
We got an email an hour later stating that we were free as a bird at two o’clock, but needed to be back and chained to our desks by ten tomorrow morning.
Dani, the real life Disney Princess, declared our bet a tie.
I told her that tomorrow’s arrival time was definitely going to change as Winter Storm Skylar continued to pile snow outside the homes of the company bigwigs all night.
I’m very confident that Dani will be buying me dinner, and she’d better save up some money because all the shoveling I’ll need to to do over the next twenty-four hours is going to help me work up quite an appetite!
I’ve yet to get the snow day I so want, but by the looks of things outside my window right now, tomorrow is going to be that day.