Winter Storm Watch--No, Strike That, Blizzard Watch

Looks like I won't be going to work on Friday, given that the current predictions are for 12-24 inches of snow from the storm coming our way. And by the way, they name all the storms now, apparently, and the names crack me up. This one is called ... dum-dum-dum ... Nemo. Nemo! Could they have picked a less threatening name? Why not just called it Snuggles or Fluffy? Does Nemo sound like he could cause havoc?

Anyway, color me perfectly happy to get the day off. I mean, shucks, if they gave me a laptop, I could work from home, but since they haven't, I have no choice! Such a shame. On a Friday, too.

So I'll go in tomorrow, work on this damned report that I am so sick of almost done with, and hopefully take a first look at the next one before the end of the day. Then, boom, out of there, to the chiropractor, and home to huddle up.

Speaking of the chiropractor, last night I had my first real adjustment, and it certainly is an interesting experience. I think it's because I'm used to specialists: the dentist stays with the teeth, the hairdresser with the hair, the eye doctor with the eyes, and so on. Naturally enough, given that chiropractic believes in what Douglas Adams called "the fundamental interconnectedness of all things," this doctor is all over the place. Not in any sort of creepy way, but it's just different. Bangs and pops, tools that feel like a no-puncture staple gun or sound like a floor sander ... it's just very different. I'm hopeful (still), and I'll be going a couple of times a week, so I think I get full credit for really trying it.

Unrelatedly, I will leave you with this quote:

"Respecting the difference between words is not about being pedantic or pompous or even perfectionist. It just means we can express ourselves more clearly."

~ John Humphrys, Lost for Words: The Mangling and Manipulating of the English Language 80 (2004).