procrastinating

I really should be catching up on reading for school, but I'm just not feeling it. As you've probably heard from everywhere, Chicago got hit by its third-worst blizzard in modern history (although my grandmother tells me this is worse than '67 because of the wind) so we were sent home from work at 2 p.m. yesterday and told not to come in today. And UW-Madison cancelled classes, which means nothing for distance students, but it's the principle of the thing. I ordered books I need in the next few weeks and will probably just buckle down and try to get through some of it in a little bit.

I am guessing I'll be back at work tomorrow, as it finally quit snowing around noon, but the city is kind of a mess -- mind you, I think they're doing as good of a job as they can, but given that Lake Shore Drive was shut down (and understandably so) and it took hours to rescue everyone from it, I think it's probably going to be a little while before we're all dug out. One of our neighbors just kindly shoveled all of our walks (even though we have a service, I suspect they are running behind so I appreciate his efforts!) so at least we can get out to catch the train in the morning.

At any rate, the storm was a doozy. I took some photos from inside the house last night and this morning. There was thunder and lightning, and our lights flickered a little, but we were inside and for the most part, it was pleasant enough to watch nature rage around us. The city does look very pretty, and it was a good reminder that sometimes the world is a greater force than we are.