I spent the bulk of the night working on a Steel Lord remix and chatting online.
I don’t know whether to blame Libya, Obama, or Christina Aguilera, but this is not a good look:
Minneapolis has a week of 50-degree temperatures, I run around in my funny shoes declaring that spring is here…and we get a snowstorm.
I get up at 6 a.m. to shovel the apartment building’s sidewalks but I run out of salt because I (foolishly) thought that we were done with winter.
This morning’s commute was a tad unusual. I saw a huge fireball in the distance on 35W, and then saw flames shoot up hundreds of feet.
I finally convinced Halvers that it was time for me to see Wisconsin. He thought the idea was thoroughly stupid, but Wisconsin was awesome!
And yes, the first thing we saw was a union worker protest!
So I completely thought we were over this winter thing and then we got another blizzard. Don’t get me wrong, winter is pretty in Minneapolis…
I renewed my tabs today during lunch at work. This was on my to-do list since January (when they expired) and I randomly decided to get it done today.
Which is why I was relieved when the police lights lit up behind my car this evening. I thought I got pulled over for cutting through Wal-Mart parking spaces, but apparently I forgot to signal while in the turn lane for Wal-Mart.
Remember how this is my week of restful bliss? Hah. Well, Gertrude and Harley decided that 4:30 a.m. is the official morning dog-walk time. This isn’t going well.
The snow is melting but I still have all these unedited snow-caked pictures! Excuse me while I toss them on the page for the record…
What a bizarre two weeks.
I had my normal schedule of work, class, lake trips, Jeset Bar dance-offs, and adventures around the metro:
The morning dog walk was a disaster.
I load the dogs into the car and the radio informs me that the air temperate is -10 with a -25 wind chill.
