This is what I woke up to this morning:
This is how I felt about it:
And since I am no longer a student, it takes a heck of a lot more than that for me to get a snow day (unfortunately). So I braved the wintry mess to work. (Confession: Once I reached the bus stop, it actually wasn’t so bad. The subway was empty, so the ride in was actually much more pleasant than normal. But I digress.)
The weather continued to worsen, so much so that our office closed early. Woo! Which meant another trek back in even worse snow. Boo.
Here’s my opinion about my trip home:
So I did the only thing you CAN do when you’re snowed in: made soup.
But not just any soup. My favorite soup. My mom’s Italian Wedding Soup. It’s delish. And so easy!
What I’m saying is, I’ve made my piece with the snow-pocalypse. For now…