Me, working on getting the driveway cleared out this afternoon.
Just kidding, folks. It only felt that way. Actually, I spent most of the day in mental anguish because the snow removal man I'd contacted wasn't showing up, then because I finally got hold of him and he said so many roads were closed he couldn't get to my house, and then because the several others I'd tried to call didn't answer their phones.
Finally, one did.
Then I agonized over whether he'd get there before the sun went down, and whether he'd charge more money than we could afford to pay. Then I was in knots about whether the roads were actually clear enough to drive on.
In true New York news media style, the local news programs all blathered on about what had already happened, and what might happen later in the week, but never bothered to mention how the roads were actually looking right bloody now.
While most times I am very strong willed and certain that I'm doing the right thing, I dither painfully and almost endlessly when it comes to calling out of work due to weather. On one hand, I don't want to leave them short-handed if everyone else is driving to work and home just fine. On the other hand, I can't afford to risk life, limb, and vehicle to get there. It's worth giving up one day of work to be able to work there the rest of the entire year, but I agonize over whether I'm being a complete puss about things, or whether there's a real danger.
In the end, Bear pulled up some traffic cams showing the actual road conditions locally, and they look AWFUL. And so I called in again for tomorrow.
Now that the decision is finally made, I can start to un-kink my neck muscles, relax a bit, and look forward to the next episode of Season 3 of Downton Abbey, which just arrived in the mail from my mom as a birthday gift. I think I may just pour myself a wee bit of sherry and make some popcorn while I'm at it. No sense in letting the entire day be ruined by winter stress!