Wed Jan 07 2004 12:01:06 GMT-0800 (PST)
"And I don't know how a man decides what's right for his own life it's all a mystery..." So we're really in the middle of an ice storm of sorts (not exactly like that other ice storm). There's like 1-2 feet of drifted powder snow on the ground, covered by a blanket of maybe 3/4" thick ice. The sun is starting to peek out, and the snow and rain has stopped, but they're not very sure if the temperatures are going to be warm enough to melt it away before tormorrow morning. So today's the second day in a row I've worked from home. Irony? I had a strange dream the other night, based around a fictional Flaming Lips song. It was very moving, surreal stuff...but you don't get details here.