Late this afternoon, it stopped snowing.
Oh, we're not buried up to our chins or anything, but for 14 straight days we've had white stuff in the air -- flurries and squalls, mostly, with the exception of eight inches' accumulation Thursday and Friday. It's been breezy and cold, too, about 15°F to 20°F below normal for this time of year, so all of our wintry precipitation has been of the dry-and-fluffy variety.
Imagine living inside a snow globe and you've got the idea.
I love it -- the driving, the walking, the working and especially the way that snow cover muffles sound. I hope it sticks around a while.
At the shop, the last few days have been awkward (to say the least). Other than the owner and the parts manager, I'm not sure how many of my co-workers know that I'll be gone after the 22nd, but I know. It's just strange.
Still, in full possession of my work ethic, I do my job just as I would if I planned to stay. That attitude is, in my experience (and at the risk of blowing my own horn), rare. I think it's also why I was asked to stay on for a couple of weeks.
From this point I have 12 more calendar days, nine more workdays, five days off and three more paydays before I move on.
I guess I already have, but I'll be damned if I'll let it show.