We’re bracing for a gigantic snowstorm. 8-12 inches in one day is like three feet in Minnesota. They’ve cancelled church, which never ever happens. I think I’ve had church cancelled on me maybe three times in my entire life, and once was because we weren’t allowed to leave the base to attend (I was five and Germany was a little crazy with Iranian terrorists at the time). I’m relieved we’re worried about an act of nature, and not madmen. I can deal with snow. Snow is predictable. Snow falls, lands and accumulates. Terrorists plan, skulk, threaten, surprise.
Someone said today that snow’s the best thing that could have happened this weekend. Snow mutes everything: sound, fire, chemical and biological agents, and even dirty bombs. So, whoever’s responsible for all this snow, thanks.
We had a wonderful Valentine’s Day. I took the day off, so we had all day to be all romantical. I went and got a haircut in the morning, because I was dang unsexy with my mess of hair. Cynthia did her normal excellent work, maximizing the head of hair given to her. I looked rather smashing coming out of the salon, let me tell you. Then, I went and picked up some flowers for Jen and surprised her with them when I got home. We bundled Max up, stuffed him in the car and dropped him of at my mom’s house for the night. We then drove out to Leesburg to try out The Eiffel Tower Cafe (official site
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). If you live in the area, and haven’t had French food in a while, definitely try it out.
Unfortunately, my poor body isn’t used to all that rich food and revolted shortly after we got home. I’m not sure which part of the meal it was that did it, and I’m sure it wasn’t food poisoning, but let’s just say I had a rather turbulent Valentine’s Day evening.
We ended up watching The Bourne Identity in between my runs up and down the stairs. I ended up going to bed early, completely exhausted by my ordeal.
Hopefully lunch made up for my indisposed condition…