My floor is crunchy. Really. Every time I make a move in my desk chair it sounds like I am rolling around on sand.

Very annoying, but I suppose it’s really my fault. Who knew there’d be such a big learning curve with this whole “winter” thing? I didn’t consider the salt on the bottom of my snow boots. Now I know to take them off before I sit down at my desk.

Lesson learned.

There have been a lot of lessons learned this week…what with the Nor’easter and all. I spent Monday and Tuesday literally in fear of this storm. Would it be horrible? Would I be buried by snow? Would I be able to find my legwarmers before the storm hits?

Nope (for NYC). Nope. And nope, still looking.

Nevertheless, I have truly enjoyed the last couple of days. Did you know they plow snow into parked cars? That’s hysterical, but horrible for the drivers. I’ve also heard a rumor that they dump snow in the ocean. Interesting. I guess it’s got to go somewhere, but I fear for what’s being dumped along with it.

However after what happened (again!) this week at JFK, what I really fear is flying during a storm. Because I tell you what, I’m sure as heck not going to be amused by 10 hours on a plane…unless I end up on a beach in Greece.