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Crawled out to e-mail as many addresses as I could think of at work, in hopes of hitting someone who actually made it in, to let them know I'm not there. I'm sure they know I'm not there, but it's nice to confirm it so there's not another invisibility scare like with that guy in Social Services in '96. (They finally caught him with laser pointers and flour.)

The driveway is filled with rolling dunes of snow. And tiny, tiny snow camels. I think they burrow into the ground and hibernate most of the year, emerging when oh God I'm going back to bed.

ETA: Received e-mail reply from S: "What a pansy! HA HA"

DAMMIT! I mean hooray!

We were rescued by the Burly Guy and His Son who Shovel People Out for Money. Am now at work.

Schoolchildren are having a snow day. The funnest day ever in the history of Springfield. Little weasels.