An unexpected three day weekend ended today as we (a collective, central New Jersey, we) pushed aside enough of the two feet of snow to actually go to work. Being reported as the worst snow storm in this area since 1996, it still amazes me how little it takes to paralyze things here. I’m not sure if that’s because they don’t have the equiment to deal with this much snow, or because there’s that many more people here. Maybe a bit of both.

Oh, well, in any case, the weather was bad enough to cancel racing at the track, so Michelle and I spent a wonderful day together. There’s something that doesn’t happen every day! Yeah, OK, that might be viewed as a little sad, but it definitely makes you appreciate it more.

Of course, a good chunk of that day was spend shoveling snow, trying to dig our cars out from under the plowed snow – talk about memories of Markdale! – but we survived it. Actually, Michelle did most of the work. All that energy must come from throwing horses around all day.

Fortunately, the roads were fairly good this morning, so I had no problems getting to work (not that I would have too much trouble; it’s a lot of the other people on the road who don’t know how to drive in this stuff!).

I could/should probably write more here, but I don’t have time right now…maybe later.