Thinking of You, Syracuse. I Don't Miss That Garbage One Bit, Even though I Shout Admiration for All in the Digging Out Efforts

Tricia always said, "It's a rough life." She named that when she returned to Syracuse after living in Chicago, California, and even in Canada. She bought a house in Fayetteville, built a career, and always remarked, "It's a rough life." I think she was referring to the snow, and when I returned for my doctorate, I learned to agree. It's a way of life and you get used to it, but you never get over it, especially when it throws back-to-back punches as it has this year. 

One of my students in this winter session from Rochester let me know she drove back to Fairfield today, but was stuck in Syracuse for a couple of hours because it was coming down so hard. I can't believe she adventured during the thick of it, but she begins student teaching next week and didn't see any let up. "Your parents must have been petrified for you." Oh, they were.

I always hate to see such weather events hit when the schools are already closed, and no one appreciates a weekend storm. What good are they? Let it fall when teachers need a break (even though they hate extended days into the summer). 

Yes, it's a rough life. Get under the blankets, watch movies, read books, stay hunkered down. .

Only two more weeks o the graduate class. We're getting there, with a big flex needed next week as they move their research proposals forward. No lie...I'm too old for this and I need a break...like a long one...like a year. 

Shit, I'd settle for a day.

Which reminds me...I'm slowing down this weekend because I don't want to get sick. Everyone I know seems to be sick and I don't want whatever that stomach nasty is. I want good sleep. That is all. 

Okay, with that noted, I'm getting to my usual end-of-the-year traditions. More to come. 

Meanwhile, all respect for the CNY people. So, so much snow.