Murphy's Law

Its Sunday and stormy.
Such a waste of bad weather.

Tomorrow as I shovel my way out I'll curse today and all the ways I wasted it. Why is it that, stormbound on a Wednesday, I can find umpteen million wonderful ways to spend the day, stretching the hours till the lot of us are worn out and ready to go back to work/school for a break. But here on this stormy Sunday all I can think to do is curse the off shore winds for prematurely blowing their... blizzard.