I’ll be boarding my flight at 8am this morning (barring any weather-related issues) to wing my way non-stop to Orlando. I enjoyed my time here, as far as work goes. Did some new stuff, got an excellent evaluation, saw some … Continue reading →

After having experienced freezing rain and snow while here in Missouri, I have decided that freezing rain is much more uncomfortable than snow. That stuff seems to “soak” right through to your bones with its icy cold fingers. Brrrr!! Thank … Continue reading →

Our office safety person sent out a warning about driving here in Missouri during our inclement (read; freezing my butt off) weather and specifically being careful when driving on “Black Ice.” I thought I’d share it with you. Black ice … Continue reading →

Last night’s weather forecast gave a little better picture of what today might bring for my trip to the St. Louis arch. Now it appears that the snow will remain north of the east-west interstate road I’ll be driving on … Continue reading →

Now the forecast is for snow on Saturday morning! I’m not changing my plans yet, but I really do not want to drive 2 hours there and 2 hours back in the snow. That’s not even addressing the possibility that … Continue reading →

Ok, I’ve made my plans to drive over to St. Louis early Saturday morning to go to the arch. My co-worker has bowed out because she wants to sleep in. Slacker. Going early means I’ll have to leave Jefferson City … Continue reading →

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I’m hoping to visit the St. Louis arch before I leave Missouri. My co-worker wants to go also, but she has been on a vacation this past week, so I guess the earliest I’ll get to see it will be … Continue reading →

Out of the bosom of the air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The wind blew so … Continue reading →