This is exactly how I felt when I saw the snow on Friday morning. I thought winter was over. Well, technically it wasn't over until 6:45 p.m., but still. We had been having such nice warm weather. It didn't come as a surprise since we had been hearing all the predictions, but I didn't expect such a heavy wet snowfall.
I cleared off my car to go to work and before I got around it, the snow had covered it up again. I drove with the back window blocked and the heater on to melt it (which it did after about 1/2 mile). There were almost no cars on the street which made it better to drive.
I had to stop at the bank for work and then I headed over to the Philly Pretzel Factory and got some soft pretzels to take to work. I hadn't had time for breakfast so this was a good deal.
I took my first dose of medicine on Friday morning. I had no idea I would have such a dramatic reaction to it. The antibiotic must have attacked all the bacteria in my stomach because I just blew up. I was burping all day which made it difficult to do my job. I was also running to the bathroom. Good thing I wasn't on the desk very much. But even so I had to ask Angela to cover for me while I ran.
Mid morning I looked out the library's side door and the snow was still coming down.
The library was practically empty most of the day. It was so quiet. Because there was absolutely no noise, the few people who came in were whispering. They didn't have to; they could have talked in a normal voice. I thought that was a cool sociological experiment.
At 4:30 p.m. the snow was still coming down. I took this video from the workroom. This is out of the window behind my desk.
I had to clear off the car again before I left. It was completely snowed in. The guard was still there and he helped me. That was nice.
I wasn't feeling well, so when I got home I laid down on the sofa and went right to sleep. Joe woke me up around 8:00 p.m. and asked what I was doing for dinner. He had gotten some fish out for me, but I was just feeling too awful to cook. So Joe made me a peanut butter sandwich and he had some left over pizza. Then I went back to sleep. I just felt so awful.
Saturday not only did I feel better, but most of the snow was gone. It went up to 50*. I didn't even have to shovel the sidewalk.
I slept or laid on the sofa watching TV most of the day. I felt so lazy but Joe said I've been sick so what did I expect. Sometimes you just have to take a day off. I did get up and go to Choir practice though. We are coming along. I get mixed up, though, and start singing the tenor line instead of the alto. I need to practice a lot this week.
It's still pretty early, so I think I will go back to bed for a couple of hours before getting up for church. I'll be back later with a Sunday Praise for you.