OK, instead of sitting down and writing a post about something pithy, or otherwise, I read your blogs. I'd really read your blogs because so many of you are so good at it. Still, I have pictures, and the garage is finished, and we are parking there, out of the snow! Naturally, there's a story which I haven't gone into.
Getting up early (6:30 am), working late (oh dark thirty to oh dark thirty, the sun is a rumor although I actually do sit next to a window) only detracts from a job that is becoming enjoyable. With one half inch of snow yesterday morning, it took one hour and forty-five minutes to travel eighteen miles to work. There's a reason the British Diplomatic Corps list Washington, D.C. as a tropical zone and it deals with the summer months. This area doesn't do well when it rains. Imagine what happens when it snows.
It's time to go. We have a lady coming in tomorrow to discuss moving over her four plus million in accounts, and I ought to be awake in the event she talks to me. Like saying "Hello" or something like that. I think I'll get up half an hour earlier, just to make sure I can get in on time. You'd think that I had suddenly become a grown up. Ugly, isn't it. Have a great day, and a great weekend. More soon!