Came to work knowing the snow was only going to get worse the longer I was here. That's exactly what's happening. Sitting by the window and able to look out and see it adding up and blowing and being obnoxious.

Feel like I had rocks for lunch - I'm so anxious and nervous about getting home. Knowing it's only getting worse every second. Yuck. It sure is pretty - heavy and wet, the perfect kind for sitting on the tree limbs. But I feel it weighing me down, too.

Why are we still here? Are we really getting enough business done for it to be worth it? Feels like trouble.

I've never been in an accident because of weather like this- and I'm slow as can be - but sometimes you just can't help it... I'll go slow today- just be safe as I can. But it's just a lot. It would be so much prettier from home.

I'll just keep on working- trying not to think about it - ugh.

Just keep working
Just keep working