Spent about two hours or so shoveling my way into my driveway last night/this morning after spending two days at work. There was no point to trying to drive home in the storm Friday night, and it was just as well to have an extra nurse in the house Saturday morning, as one fellow was six hours late due to his vehicle embedding itself in a snowbank. (He's fine. Jury's out on his vehicle.) Being "essential personnel" may give you permission to be on the roads during a state of emergency, but it doesn't guarantee that it'll work out well. Which brings me to this gem of a convo I had early Friday:
Friend: Well, being a nurse, you have that privilege to be on the road once the ban goes into effect.
Me: *blank stare* I'm pretty sure in this instance "privilege" refers to being able to stay home drinking hot chocolate instead of being required to go to work in absurdly dangerous road conditions.
Friend: Oh. Yeah.
Home safe and sound now though. I hope the rest of you who've been buried by Charlotte/Nemo/wtf-ever-we're-calling-it are similarly safe, sound, warm, and with power. Our building never lost it, surprisingly enough. (Our town's great about getting power back quickly, but the never losing is a surprise considering how heavy this stuff is.)
So now I'm catching up on not-schoolwork, which brings me to the fangirling.
This may not be precisely news, but I'm flailing and IDEK-ing about an Arrow casting spoiler I ran across on Facebook of all places. *rechecks* It does appear to be less than 24 hours old, so that's still news, right?
Now, obviously, the main reason I ever tuned in to Arrow is that John Barroman is in it. I'm demonstrably ridiculous in my fangirling, considering I will pretty much watch anything he does ever, as evidenced by not only owning but having watched every episode of Animals at Work. That said, I am enjoying Arrow for its own sake, which is a huge improvement over the Desperate Housewives thing a couple of years ago. I might even keep watching if his character leaves/gets killed off/whatever.
I'm almost, though not quite, equally ridiculous about the person the casting spoiler is about. So I must squee, but for anyone who doesn't want to know, I'll cut for the ( spoilers )
I feel like I'm doing a poor job expressing the squee. That's probably on account of the flailing, complicated by exhaustion and wrists that are demanding to know wtf I was thinking to shovel all that white stuff. Still, yay!