Snow sounds

Usually snow means quiet. Sleet means a snare-like patter.

Tonight snow was noisier. Like the sound of tires and engines trying to crawl up a snow-covered road that still hadn't been plowed after 4" in as many hours. Or the sound of drunk undergrads sledding down Jeff Hill. (Ha. If I didn't have a pile of work or holes in my boots, I would be sledding down my super-secret hill. It requires as much steering, but a lot less people/moving targets.) It is also the sound of my whiny minion trying to mooch a ride home so she wouldn't have to walk.

Today, I cleared off my car to do the laundry that should have gotten done two days ago (the car has since been covered all over again - you can't even tell it was clear and moving 6 hours ago). All I can say is that it is clean. It is still in piles in my bedroom to be reckoned with. Of course I didn't get as much as I had hoped done. Still need to finish the Spring display, ideally without putting pushpins through peoples' eyes. Tonight, I am camped out to work on my lecture for Monday. And that's just the stuff that is (over)due.

on Pandora: "Passing the Heat" - Cold War Kids