This much snow, right now, interbedded as it is with slippery slippery ice, would shut down any city, even the ones that own snow plows.

I am getting pretty good at this “working from home” thing. Just now I SSH’d via VPN into my work machine (which I have trained to turn itself on and off every day) and committed a bunch of files to the SVN repository that I neglected last week. I had a fine through-the-looking-glass moment when my remote box dropped me into vi for a commit message — vi in a Coda terminal window, running remotely on a desktop machine. A text editor on a desktop box running inside a terminal inside a text editor inside another desktop box. This was the WIRED magazine crap I used to dream about ca. 1994.

Driving in this stuff is like skiing. You don’t so much steer as suggest a direction to your car.

I feel especially bad for Jenny in this. Inasmuch as I am not a homebody or an indoorsy person at least I have the experience of being stormbound in a 10' x 15' hut in Alaska for a week as training. Jenny and Orion are used to being out — running, running errands, swimming, shopping — from 9am to 5pm every day.

Lately I don’t regret buying such a big house after all. Or a TV. Or the kinetic trainer Jenny bought me for Christmas (in direct contravention of our mutual “no gifts” agreement.