OK, so for those of you who live in places where winter is white and cold for months at a time, this will seem like so much pointless whining. Keep in mind, though, that while winter here in Portland may be cold, grey, and damp, it usually doesn't involve snow, ice, and single-digit windchills. If I wanted this crap, I'd still be in Minnesota.
The snow began at about 7am yesterday, and by the time I left to go to the gym, which thankfully is only about a mile from home, a thin layer of white covered everything. The roads were icy and slick, and it didn't take much to convince me to spend the day at home watching football.
Now I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to get to work, and I'm not even sure I'm going to be able to get out of my neighborhood. If I'm able to do that, then there's the reality of driving on roads better suited for ice skating. I this was happening in Houston, it wouldn't be nearly so challenging, because most every road is as flat as a three-dollar bill. Even though I only live five miles from work, there are at least a couple of fairly impressive inclines that I'm not at all certain I'm going to be able to navigate successfully.
As I'm posting this, it's 21 degrees with a windchill of 6. Yikes....
