winter, winter, winter

The media went crazy, snow blowers and industrial salt was at a premium and the stores sold out of milk, and all the other necessary junk food to see us through the impending snow storm. It was not as ferocious or as catastrophic as I think we all secretly hoped, but it did make it possible to go sledding down the Central Park hill at 72nd & 5th the next day. Kate and I took our wonderful plastic sqashed cherries and went up and down the hill to Miss Murray's delight. All was good until kate crashed into a cast iron post. Home jeeves. No brioche and then no school for Kate for the next week. No broken bones but she had no energy and a small trip to hang with the tribe resulted in extreme fatigue.

Kate has gone to school this morning and I am hoping for the best.

And now I am back at work too. And dealing with the fact that I just learned that funding for my postion is in jeopardy of running out at the end of June.
VERY FUCKING CRANKY