My daughter Morgan woke me up at 6:30 this morning and told me that my other daughter was sick. I could hear Emma coughing, but it didn't sound too bad. While I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and brain, Morgan went into the kitchen and got the thermometer from the cupboard. She then went and took Emma's temperature. 101.9 degrees. OK kid, you're staying home. Then Nancy called and told me that school was closed. OK kids, you're both staying home.
This is the view from my living room. Welcome to March in Minnesota. Friday it was near 60, today we've got a snowstorm that's closing the schools. This would be your regularly scheduled snowstorm, just arriving a few days late. This weekend was the Minnesota Boys High School Hockey Tournament. All of this stuff normally blows in during tourney weekend and screws up travel for everybody. With the mild winter we're having I can see how management would slip up and forget about a thing like that, then have to scramble at the last minute to push a product out the door for a delayed delivery. I suppose it's too much to hope that somebody will go out and plow the Highway 55 bridge. Good thing I'm lazy and haven't taken the studded tires off yet. Memo to the boys at storm central: Nice work, job well done, now lay off the snow.