I’m starting to realize that I’m never going to get completely accustomed to living where it snows.
Since 2002 I’ve mostly lived in places with real winter weather — Assisi, Lugano, then Ananda Village; our three years in Los Angeles were a brief exception — and yet the first snow of each year continues to feel like a big deal to this San Francisco native.
Enough came down last night and this morning that we made the decision to simply work from home, which actually made a nice balance to all the running around I did yesterday.