Snowstorms

Last Thursday my lovely little state of Connecticut was hit with a pretty good sized storm that brought snow, rain, ice, and strange combinations of the three upon the roads and sidewalks and cultured lawns. It's pretty early in the season, technically its not even winter yet, so this early winter nastiness is a bit foreboding in my opinion. Last weekend we got hit with another storm, and this morning I awoke to the news of a delayed opening for school. While all of this weather might be having a positive effect on the amount of my sanity that is slowly sapped every day during my internment in our local public school, it is also causing just as many problems.

On the plus side, I got the lion's share of my Christmas shopping done over a week ago and our tree is looking more and more festive everyday. Christmas time in my house is one parts Splinter Cell via Ghost Recon via obscure spy movie for every two parts Holiday festiveness. After our shopping is done every member of my family hoards up in their room and waits there, sometimes for three or four days until we believe enough time has passed so we aren't suspecting of harboring gifts for our loved ones. Allowing them to know that we care enough about them to plop down the $9.99 it takes for the collector's edition of Lawrence of Arabia on DVD is simply forbidden. Instead we slowly filter presents on at a time, all stupendously wrapped, until the tree begins to look like a refugee camp for lost or misplaced packets of holiday cheer.

Happy Holidays,

Andrew