Welcome to the working week

We had unseasonably balmy temperatures for Super Bowl Sunday. When I went out to do some errands in the early afternoon, I noticed that the last snow was finally almost gone from the sidewalks and gutters, and the huge slush puddles at the corners had finally disappeared.

This morning I woke up, made coffee and curled up in bed with a pile of magazines. I didn't even glance out the window until it was time to get ready for work.

Surprise!

Somehow between the last time I checked the forecast -- probably yesterday morning -- and today, "chance of rain" had morphed into "certainty of five to eight inches of snow." Snow is so sneaky, so stealthy, unlike the obvious tap-tap-tap of rain, that you don't realize it's there until you look.

This is my window view. Grumpy as it makes me, I still love the soft blue light of a snowy morning.