obelisk

Snow is better in Portland than Chicago because first off, it happens so rarely that the whole place feels transformed and everyone gets this giddy sense of snow-day unreality. Second, and perhaps best, it all melts in a day or two before it gets to that churned-to-grey-mush state that characterizes Chicago for most of the winter.

Sadly I telecommute to my job, so there's no rest for the wicked today at chez obelisk. However, I think there are Irish Coffees in my future tonight at the nearest bar I can slog to.

Currently Reading: The Happy Island, by Dawn Powell.
Currently Listening To: I am Trying to Break Your Heart by Wilco.
Currently Contemplating: The sound of hail outside my window.