I'm home today. I went to work and the power was off for some reason. So they sent us all home. It makes sense, since not only can you not get any work done on a computer with no power, there are parts of the building you can't get into without a security badge that you slide through this card reader, so half the engineers can't get into their office space at all.
What do I do when confronted by an entire day of time to waste? I write this. I wonder what that says about the rest of my life. Or "lack thereof," as that Volkswagen commercial goes.
I should find some place I can go cross-country. I haven't been out at all this winter, and my legs feel like it. I did a lot of riding last summer but almost no skiing so far this winter. I hadn't thought about it, but my skis and poles will fit in the Mercedes-Benz a lot easier than the Honda. I am really starting to like station wagons.
I'll write more when I've done something worth writing.
OK, I found no snow worth bothering with. The moment I got in the car, it started raining and it hasn't stopped. If anything, it rained harder the more I drove around. I went as far down as Marquette Park, down on the South Side near 63rd and Kedzie. Not even worth the trip. Everything is wet.
I compromised and took the laptop over to a place near Kingston Mines and wrote some things while having some pizza.
It shouldn't rain on unexpected days off.