It's snowing and I have to walk to work. Or see which neighbor is up when Im ready and beg a ride. Uhg.

All sorts of delayed openings here. I wish my kid understood the meaning of sleeping in.

Wheee! Cashing in more neighborly chips, getting a ride from Brian, who has worse car woes than me (fender bender totalled his car but he has a loaner. Oy, that boy and his luck.)

I got the key!

I'm looking at the traffic cameras right now, but it's dark! I can't really tell anything. It's still rain here, but the winter weather warning dealio says the snow level will drop to my elevation by 8. And on the radar, I see a big swath of snow which is not yet to my destination, but will clearly cross my whole route. I don't know!

Ok, I'm off. Since it's a two hour commute, the snow is supposed to have started by the time I get there so if it looks dodgy I can just turn around. But I suspect I'll be off tomorrow, so I'm going to try to get today in if I can.

This is Luddite-ridiculous, because all of the information is in the database (it better be, or I've screwed up), but I love that I can reach into my drawer and pull out the notebook with the meeting notes from last June nearly instantly. Because I remembered what style of notebook I had at the meeting, not because I remembered the date.

I am at work! In an office! This is pretty cool. And I can apparently write about anything I want for now, including opinion pieces. Anything anyone wants me to sound off about?

Cool, Amy! Art? Literature? Why people won't use their turn signals in the rain?

I made it in. Getting home may be another question entirely, but so far so good.

I just did a piece on the anniversary of Whitney Houston's death, and her mom's interview with Oprah and her new memoir. I think I'm going to do Five Movies You Should See Before the Oscars next.

Exciting, Amy!