I have two words that indicate what I am celebrating this moment in the middle of a snow storm ('storm' being the operative word) in southern New England where one might *think* they knew how to deal with the white stuff.
I drove in to my office, dealing with people who either thought they were immortal and traveled at high speed, or who thought that crawling was the better way to go, found a good parking place, raised my windshield wipers (good trick to know if there is a chance the snow may change to freezing rain), and went into the empty building.
One other person there said, "Oh, they're closed!"
"Really?" I said. Sure enough, they were.
So I'm heading home.
I am celebrating the words: