Snow Day = Work from Home = ?

Yesterday, Seattle expected the snowstorm of the quarter-century, which means like six to ten inches. Having been raised as a hearty and hale Chicagoan, I have lived through multiple blizzards.

When I googled the definition of a blizzard (because that is what bloggers do), I found this:

A winter storm warning for one to three inches. Seriously. I lived in Chicago when we had one to three feet of snow. We also had flat terrain, frozen ground and snow plows. The clothes weren't nearly as high tech as they are now. I remember my mom wrapping our feet in old plastic bread bags before we slid them into out boots to keep our feet dry. I remember jumping off our second story deck into a snow drift with my dad hold us above ledge. After we moved to Columbus, Ohio, I remember taking two hundred mile road trips to Chicago over Christmas to visit my grandparents during blizzards which are different than snowstorms, apparently. According to Wikipedia:

Given the snow as forecast several days ahead of time, everyone on my team planned to work from home on Friday given the impending snowstorm. My manager posted this on our team's chat page:

This is highly relatable as last night my former Iowan husband grilled steak outside for dinner and this morning the governor declared a state of emergency. Not kidding.

I worked from home yesterday for the first time in the year and a half that I started my new job (which isn't so new anymore) as I got a laptop a few weeks ago. There is a wonderful New Yorker humor piece where a man calls 911 because he is working from home which is true and scary and hilarious. Until you work from home and live it.

I fail to see the appeal of working from home. I got up, took a shower, washed my hair and I even put on make-up and jewelry for no one except myself. Sure, I skipped the commute, but I also skipped lunch because I didn't have my co-workers there pushing me along to stop promptly at noon to eat, play cards, and/or walk to the market. I worked through the noon hour because I wasn't hungry. Then at 2:00, I was on a phone call when I became ravenous. We were sharing a computer screen so I couldn't just click the mute, walk into the kitchen and make lunch. So I ate lunch at 3:00. One of my remote co-workers who lives in the Central time zone said "You are eating lunch now?"

Yeah. Because I suck at this.

And then I worked until 6:00 p.m. because like I didn't need to stop. I was on a roll. And now, Saturday morning, my computer is here in the corner, beckoning me to work. I am supposed to finish something by end of day Monday which could take one hour or could take six depending on what I uncover in the data. So should I work on it this weekend? Maybe start this weekend and then double check it Monday? If I work now, I will be undisturbed by meetings and emails. My head hurts thinking about it.

And the worst thing is that snow days used to mean no work or school. Now that I have a laptop, I can work instead of baking cookies, working on a quilt or doing a jigsaw puzzle. That is NOT a snow day. God made snow days to make us stop, and now that is not possible. Oh the existential crisis I am having!

...which was wiped out when I went for a walk in the quiet beauty of my neighborhood blanketed in snow.

Fox looks like a honeybee except his sacs are snowballs not pollen.