I walked to the bus stop this morning in the falling snow. It's a fine, powdery stuff, so no crunching footsteps, just that serene silence of an early morning walk.

Forty five minutes later, I repeated that walk to return home. Two of the buses that should've come by, did not. Rob is at work now, chortling at me for not getting up at the crack of dawn like he does to make it to work. In fact, I walked past his car twice, as he had driven it as far as the bus stop. It has two inches of snow on it now, and it is still snowing. My legs are frozen, and my purse was full of snow (so I dumped it out on the floor, where Mittens and Maggie got to poke around at the snow and my purse's contents with their little pink noses). I called in to work to let them know I would be late. Number One said, "Hey, it's snowing and nobody works in Seattle in the snow."

Of course, if I don't make it in, I will never hear the end of it from Rob.

So I am going to have a cup of coffee, thaw out in front of the heater, and try again in about 20 minutes.