I’m here at work, and people are getting awfully frantic about the possibility of snow tomorrow. Discussions are being had about whether or not to cancel meetings, how to inform people if we have to close the museum, how we’ll be able to operate if half the staff can’t get to work because of the snow, etc. I’ve been trying to be the voice of reason, but have switched tactics, and am now the voice of mocking and irony.

“OH Goodness! The seasons are changing again! Who would have expected it?!? How could we have predicted that the seasons might change! How can a motor vehicle hope to operate if there are two inches of snow on the roads! We’ll be helpless!”

I’ve recently switched to sarcasm, noting that I’ll be leaving work early to pick up extra ammunition on the way home, in case I have to defend my home during the weeks of isolation caused by a moderate snowfall.

I hope it snows a bit, that would be nice. I’ll still have to go to work, however.