I was so looking forward to one final day of productivity and winter break relaxation at home before returning to my office full-time tomorrow. At home, alone. In my own world of thought.
It's not happening.
The polar vortex -- I just learned that's what this phenomenon is being called -- has enveloped The 'Ville. 'Life-threatening' cold has settled over Midwest.
The weather app on my phone says it is -6 outside. Or -27 with the wind chill.
The local schools started announcing they wouldn't open today before the sun had even set yesterday afternoon. Thus, Kates and Phoebe are home with me today.
I did have the pleasure of going out this morning and taking Faye to daycare -- which made her very unhappy, having grown so used to spending her days with us the last couple weeks. In the meantime, Phoebe is navigating the house in her gymnastics outfit with a purple tutu and a pair of Kates' high heels.
I'm not sure there's anything I dislike more than cold weather. It makes me crabby the very moment it sets in and distracts me from everything I need to do in that moment.
Here's some Twitter reaction reaction to the thing everyone seems to be talking about today.
The cold weather sure didn't help the Packers yesterday, either. ... I'm choosing to remember the glory of the Pack's regular season finale instead. Here's a good read published in The New York Times prior to yesterday's game.
As for the Chiefs, I called it last weekend when I said I didn't expect them to advance in the playoffs. But I never expected they would blow a 28-point lead in losing. I figured the game was over after the first quarter and the Chiefs were well on their way to proving me wrong. Unbelievable.