Snowbound Day 3 of ?

Oh my, a very long day on the job, but I'm finally getting the hang of my new assignments and I was part of the group presenting at our monthly team meeting which went very well. I logged off with only four emails in my inbox, all labeled "need more info," and my folks all know I won't be in all week, so the new goal becomes whether we can clear our car and get it out of the somewhat-salted-now driveway on Saturday to go grocery shopping before the next promised/threatened storm. I don't even want to think about things, I just want to ingest more warm beverages and keep my head down.

Snowbound Day 2 of ?

Yeah, we're not getting out of here any time soon. Working from home all week, which is fine as my setup is very comfortable, but I could stand it being a bit warmer throughout the house. We're supplementing the radiator perimeter heat with space heaters where necessary. The driveway leading to the main sidewalk (no other way to get out) was salted before the storm but not plowed afterwards, and we keep hearing noises through the closed curtains of cars getting stuck. Together with the awful temps it's not a good day to be anywhere. Can I sleep now?

How Much is Too Much?

Various sources are saying we've gotten around a foot of snow here in New York City today, but from my window (and granted, it's hard to gauge because I'm looking down from two flights up) it looks more like half a foot. Regardless, it's currently sleeting and I'm not planning on going out again at least until Wednesday, if then. The sub-freezing temps will linger and at my age I'd rather not get sick, so I may opt to ask my supervisor for an exception so I can work from home this coming week. I'll probably play it by ear and see how I feel and follow how navigable the driveway to the main sidewalk becomes between now and then. At least I have proper cleats if I do decided to be all foolish. For now I'm just playing my online games and watching footie, both English and American, from the safety of my living room.

The Grey Binder and the Accordion File

No way were we going out today in this cold, and since I tend not to do well with enforced inactivity I decided this was the day to tackle my semi-annual filing of all my and Robin's medical papers. It's about 75% prescription receipts, which I guess I don't need to keep but I do anyway (at least going back to the beginning of last year), and took remarkably less time than I'd budgeted. While I was in organizing mode, I filed away the paperwork concerning Mom's estate, death certificates and the like in a grey ring binder that holds the listing of all their assets as of whenever they both gave it to me so I'm sure it's about a quarter century out of date. Everything gets out of date if one lives long enough, I suppose. But I'm still  here and determined to stay at least through this next storm...

Brain Freeze

As expected, we got our shopping done at lunchtime (the crowds at the supermarket were madness!) and I was able to pick up my starter doses of Mounjaro, which I'll be self-injecting every week commencing tomorrow. I admit to a little trepidation, as I really don't want to lose my appetite all that much, but I do need some help with portion control so maybe it'll all work out. As it was I took about 90 minutes of PTO time and all my work is just fine. But I'm not thinking about any of that now. I'm just preparing for the bitter cold, then tons of snow, then lots and lots of cold again. I'm back to watching The Weather Channel again, at least for the duration. Big plans for the weekend including filing my medical records, which I always let sit too long...

The Pre-Embattening

Home for good, at least until the aftermath of the storm bearing down on quite a large swath of the country. We decided to do our grocery shopping and prescription pickups tomorrow, and judging by how relatively little work I'm expecting it shouldn't be that difficult to take a long lunch. Saturday will be madness, between the last-minute shoppers and the bitter cold, so we'd both rather stay in, being Olds and all that. Meanwhile I got plenty of steps in helping out partners in the office and finding out that I won't have to do it again, as anyone I don't directly support can utilize other administrative folks to fulfill their requests. I sense I'm just going to have too much to do for the partners I currently have, and at this stage I just don't feel like exhausting myself. I'll let the weather do that for me! 

Silly Site o' the Day

I'd already decided yesterday to leave my backpack in a temporary locker and take only my laptop home as tomorrow looks to be a bit less frigid than today. So frustrating, not being able to make amedical appointments or concrete plans of any sort or even enjoy the outdoors because it's So Dang Cold and Windy (particularly around the Hudson Yards area) and I'm So Dang Old. At least the ice around the base of our steps is starting to dissipate, which means I won't need cleats tomorrow. But January is hardly done with us. Maybe I just need a Mirumi:

 Via BoingBoing.

Deep Freeze

The sad thing is, we ain't seen nothin' yet. From everything I read there's a whopper of a storm headed our way this weekend, followed by more plunging temperatures. I wore too-small cleats this morning in case of ice (fortunately found the larger size this evening, so the others are now at the back of the closet), and was able to give them to Robin at the bus stop where he'd graciously walked me. The long winter coat was absolutely a necessity, even wore a jumper shirt as I figured the office might be a tad cold. All went well except when I was Out In It (Manhattan West is so windy!), and the temps are now plunging something awful, but nothing compared to what's to come. At least Thursday, my next Manhattan day, is supposed to be something of a reprieve. Yep, I'm more than tired of winter...

Make New Friends, Give Away the Old

In the spirit of MLK Jr. I'm trying to establish more ties to folks in this neighborhood, and to that end I've now cleared out and given away my recent comics to a lovely woman who definitely wants to keep in touch, invite me to her and her husband's place for lunch, etc. She shares many of the same political sensibilities as me, but dresses a bit more religious, kind of like I used to in yeshiva. If I believed in such things I'd wonder if Mom magicked her to me as a new friend after her passing the way Dad magicked me the job at Rothstein Kass a year after he passed. I do miss having female friends. But that bookshelf is now empty, and the speed at which I had potential takers for the comics tells me I won't have too many problems downsizing our other possessions when we decide to retire and move out. Now to brace for Manhattan tomorrow in the cold!

Silly Site o' the Day

The comics are packed and I've found a neighbor willing to climb the two flights of stairs to pick them up tomorrow! Meanwhile it snowed again and the view from our window is very Currier & Ives. Not only didn't we go out, we didn't even get out of our bedclothes. It was a real chicken soup and tea kind of day. But I feel organized. Although not as organized as these competitors in the Housekeeping Olympics:

Via Laughing Squid. We've actually had sports of one sort or another on TV for much of the weekend, so I'm well prepared for the Actual Olympics...