the radar showed nothing more than sickly cloud cover; no sign of snow. i sulkily dressed for work figuring that i might as well go in since the snowstorm looked to be an empty promise.

i reheated the coffee from yesterday and re-poured it into its to-go cup. scarf, coat, stocking cap, mittens, keys, ipod, mobile, cigarettes, lighter. out the door, down the stair, out the orange door, into the brisk. three and a half blocks up the alley: still no snow--not so much as a flurry of a flake.

punch in at 7.39am, tie on apron, affix nametag, start filling the appallingly empty pastry case. 10 o'clock rolls around and with it, comes the third-shift baker whose first words were, "man! lyndale [avenue] was a MESS this morning!"

why's that?

"THE SNOW!!!"

*gasp!* it's snowing!?

"yeah, guy!"

i grabbed a fresh cup of coffee, put on the necessary garb, and ran outside...

a good half-inch had fallen and the snow was coming down readily. five and a half hours pass and my shift is over. i trudge home through three inches of fluffy snow.

it hadn't stopped snowing...
it hasn't stopped snowing...
and it won't stop snowing.

it's time to make glögg.
...which'll require a few more trudgings through newly fallen/still-falling snow in order to acquire the ingredients.