Playing Hooky. . .

Thanks Al Gore!

This is the first time in a long time that I've had an unexpected day off from work. I am almost unsure of what to do with myself and Bobcat and Black Kitty are all confused by my mid-morning presence at home during the week.

Day before yesterday is was 70-degree weather with tornadoes, and today, sleet, snow and near-freezing temperatures.


This, in a place like Mississippi, creates chaos in the form of ignorance by the general public, who apparently do not realize that snow and sleet are slippery.


Emergency personnel are put on high alert and I can only imagine what they'll see on a day like today.


People just can't seem to get it through their heads, even as the public radio stations warn of the slick roads and treacherous conditions.

For me, I'm just trying to get home. On the east frontage road of Interstate 55, flashers on and traveling 25 miles per hour. I finally get close to Egypt Hill, away from the foolishness of the highway and I relish in the stark beauty of a foreign scene in Central Mississippi, a snow covered landscape.







Only one thing missing at home. . .

. . .a Beatrice to keep me warm.