I'm Dreaming of a White Tuesday...

So I get home last night. Damion's dancing around, telling me he's feelin' like snow. I think it's a bit odd, but with roommates, you must occasionally smile and nod. Which I do.

Then he tells me it's going to be really cold tomorrow (today, now).
I ask, "How cold?"
He says, "Well, they might even get snow in Denver."

So I get up this morning, at the usual time. It's still so dark, that I think it must be somewhere in the neighborhood of 4:30 in the morning. I look at the alarm. It's 6:15, my alarm will blare its claxon of Doom in one minute. I stand up, and realize the ground is alarmingly white.

Yes, it snowed last night. Was, in fact, still snowing when I left, 'though it's been warm enough the last few days it's not sticking to the roads. It rained/sleeted all the way down to work, turning from sleet to rain as I hit lower elevations.

So it's dark and wet outside, and it's both the end of month and the end of quarter. Which means Sales is down here, or on the phone, about every 15 minutes. Yah. I wish I was home in bed, sleeping, under all my covers.