5:34 PM Oh Lord! I am tirreeddd! I feel like 65 tonight. This has been a long week, out every evening at meetings or working. And worrying about DB getting home safely from Indiana...a 9 hour drive. Well, he is home. We are having drinks at a friend's house, then going to dinner with them and three of the factory's visiting potentates; one Mexican, one Swede, and one Frenchman. Should be an interesting evening. And tomorrow I sleep in! We are taking bets on just how long that will be...usually I don't make it beyond 7 a.m. on sleep-in mornings.

An Ode to Weather Forecasters
A monster storm coming!
Get out your boots and shovels!
It'll hit after midnight and you'll
be buried by morning!
Crawls across the TV screen;
Warnings on the radio;
Updates between each program.
Beware, it's coming!
Hurried conferences on the phone;
"Shall we cancel; is it safe?"
"We'll decide about the training
at 7 in the morning."
Dawn breaks, or cracks, arrives
at least, and nothing on the roads
but left-over bits of old ice,
melting and rotting.
All day we check the windows
watching our watches and looking
for the monster. "It's been delayed,
but, it's still coming!"
The first flakes of snow, 12 hours
late, are an anticlimax, but the
warnings pick up, and it's back to
worrying and watching.
We cancel the afternoon training
To send people over the ridgeline
before the 6-12 inches of snow
begin falling.
4 inches and 6 hours later, the
snow has stopped. The roads are
plowed and we have wasted another
day watching and worrying.
So hail, all ye weathermen,
(and that didn't arrive either)
we appreciate your concern, but
not all your warnings!

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