Of course, I still have to go in, but later than usual.
I don't mind.
The building is quiet; for the few of us there, there is time for comraderie; we all get so much work done, and all is well with the world.
(PS. It hasn't snowed in days, either. We're only getting the day because it's supposed to be -15 tomorrow, but who cares why!)
The dark part is a shadow on the snow that packed up against the door. It was about a foot above the door jam, and some even sneaked underneath and lined the floor inside!
Took me a minute to even get the door open!
Poor Charlie couldn't understand why his feet kept sinking. He gnawed on his paws a few times to get them up in the air.