The Storm on the News

As I write this it is Thursday evening. Late. The news is on and all they are talking about is the storm that is slowly sliding across the Chicagoland area and how bad it's going to be by rush hour in the morning. Ice in the south. Where I live. Snow in the north. Where I work.

Tomorrow is the last day of work for me before Christmas, and the last day but one before January 5th. I don't particularly like the idea of contending with Mother Nature - invariably, when we have these little jousts, I usually win and get to where I want to go, but she DOES manage to extract her pound of flesh - but I DO want to make it to work tomorrow because I am THAT guy. The one who tries to do the best he can. The one with the sense of responsibility and obligation. The man pays me a good salary. I owe him the best I can do. I should at least make the effort.

But I just know I'm going to regret getting up and making that effort. Oh well.

Anyway - almost the weekend. Almost "get the house ready for the stuff that's going to happen on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day". Almost. Just gotta get through today.

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What follows I learned from Tash. It is an African proverb - it means, "Where I go, I am wearing you." I have also seen it translated as "As I go, I am wearing you." In any case, you have all left your handprints on me.

Ndinombethe.