Snow was on the ground this morning and still flurrying when I went out to feed the kids. We kept the radio on in the barn last night. Dean Martin was singing "...Baby, it's cold outside...," when I walked into the wash stall in the morning, but it was nice in the barn.
Driveway was not slick, it's gravel; the roads all treated, actually dry in most places. I got to work at 8:10 but Tom got to work at 9:22. METRO had a meltdown and he waited on the platform for an hour in all that wind and cold and misery. Glad I don't ride that thing!
Sunny by the time we got to Rockville. Everybody is out today except April and Irene. Irene slept with us all night. She must have been cold!
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