I was counting the cash drawer when the loud and booming PA system announced the airport (or rather the actual runway) is closed and for those waiting for the flight from Denver was diverted to Omaha and the flight from Wisconsin was sent back to Milwaukee. That means we get to go home. Took a few minutes to wipe off my car (snow, no ice) with a cd blasting through the glass. I finished at the end of the remake of Shout at the Devil by Motley Crue, so I'm guessing 5 minutes.
I went out to 4" of snow. I took my regular route by the airforce base thinking it would be plowed like the street running by the airport. No, it wasn't so I tried to stay in the tire tracks. I thought it amusing it wasn't plowed because it is a snow route (gets plowed first) so the military personnel can get through (it is not a main drag road so I'm guessing that is why it is a snow route). But whatever. Get home and there is a big pick up truck in the middle of entrance. What is he waiting for? He backs out into the street and I zoom up the parking lot. I was a bit crooked parking but tires got stuck so couldn't straighten my car better. Kitties are scratching the glass balcony door to go out, but I'm refusing to open the door. It's cold.
Happy Snowstorm. I think I'll have a Harry Potter Marathon tomorrow when I get up. Post later. Bye!
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