Snow Dog

I got a text message at 6:38 a.m., informing me that it would be casual dress at the office today, which was supposed to open at 10:00.  The late start afforded me the opportunity to sleep in a bit, and savor a very nice breakfast of whole wheat toast, stacked with two poached eggs, a sausage patty, and covered in chili (sort of a deer camp breakfast), with grape juice and coffee.

Just as I was about to leave the house, I got another text message: "Office Closed".

So, I spent the day productively, watching John Wayne's McLintock (1963), and playing with the dog.