... and I wasn't up to driving less than a mile in a still cold car, and sliding around a neighborhood that doesn't usually plow the streets until the snow is mostly going to melt anyway...
... so I borrowed a page out of ross_teneyck's journal and got on my Big REI Boots, my down jacket, my fur hat, and my Big wool scarf and stole John's fleece gloves and walked into work in the middle of the snow storm.
It's less than a mile, and with the scarf and sunglasses I could cut the wind and blown snow. It's also supposed to stop this afternoon, so that's good, too. It was a lot easier than I thought it would be, though the boots are pretty heavy and it was a good work out. It helped, a lot, that they'd plowed most of the sidewalks and the whole of the path from the street to the plant. So the walkway on the company property was clear as a whistle. That was cool.
Colorado drivers, mostly, are pretty good about driving around here. Plus it's pretty much as flat as the rest of the mid-West once you're on this side of the mountains, so no real hills to deal with on the most part. Until you get the obvious transplant who thinks the white stuff is just pretty and tries to shoot a gap or doesn't seem to figure out that tailgating on ICE IS A BAD IDEA. Ahem. So I thought it's cool to just avoid all that. Plus, it is actually warm enough that I got hot in my coat and undid my ear flaps for part of the walk. That was fun.