I can live with the snow. So what if it's April? What's six or eight inches of wet, spring snow? We need the moisture. And I like scraping three inches of snow off my car before work in the morning. Ankle-deep in slush.

Even more, I like the adventure of waking up to a blinking alarm clock--signaling that not only do I need a fresh battery to support the "battery back-up" feature, but that I should allow myself no more than 2-1/2 seconds of panic and wondering what time it really is before I fly out of bed and scamper through my morning routine. Happily it turned out to be only about ten minutes after the alarm would have rung on a normal day, so not so much with the panic.

No, what's giving me pain this morning was yesterday's trip to the gas station.

$31.94!

And, let me add, ! and ! and !

I won't bore you all by my memories of the days when gasoline was skyrocketing toward $0.50/gallon and we all swore that if it ever hit $1.00, we'd stop driving (as if) but this is something entirely different.

I checked out taking public transportation to work. $3.50/day and about 40 minutes each way, including time to walk the distances where waiting for a bus would add 15-20 minutes to each leg of the trip.

My commute, in my car, even with the price of gas what it is today? Ten minutes each way and about 5 cents worth of gas.

I'm just saying. Public transportation is for the rich and idle in this town. (Or for people who live more than three miles from their offices....)

Meanwhile, the snow continues to fall and maybe it's time I gave the company a little of my time this morning.