the corner office

Not a damned speck of the stuff, despite the predictions. I woke up this morning early, peeked out the window, nothing. All day, going to the window to see outside, nothing. Walking home tonight, staring wistfully into the skies for even a single errant flake, not a damned thing.

Never trust a weatherman. Or woman. Charlatans and deceivers, the lot of 'em.