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Rickcicle and 45/25

Last weekend was our first big snow here. Five inches in Laurel, MD...other areas had more or less. Look in my Photos section for a pic of the Benz snowed in...it's in the "1970 280SE" folder.

Although the snow came in on Saturday mid-morning, that kinda snow gets a lot of news coverage. So, I was working from the townhouse with a laptop and coordinating some things. Didn't leave the townhouse until mid-Sunday afternoon. Since then, schools have had delayed starts and closings...but it's mostly been cccooollld. Except yesterday nearly reached 40...we're back to high of 28 today and low of 15 tonight. See, just like Mississippi weather! :)

I've also learned the true comparison between driving to work...and taking Metro. You see, driving requires being on the road shortly before 6am or traffic will be slow at best. The drive is 45-minute (25 miles) barring any major traffic congestion or wrecks. Metro is a 25-minute (12 miles) drive to the station and an hour train ride = about 90 minutes. So, there are perks to both. Driving is quicker and allows better control of my schedule. Metro allows me to take naps and not put extra miles on the Benz. Having free underground parking kinda makes driving a no-brainer, but I need to get some brake shoes on the ole gal soon...so, we'll just take it one day at a time. :)

Still no word on the house. I haven't seen Kim & "G" since December 29! My daughter is 6-months old on Monday. I'm not sure what's more amazing, that I have a child that's half a year old...or that I've been in DC for 8 months in a couple of weeks!

As always...more to come...

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