So today was my first real snow day in quite a long time, and a first for the City of Champaign as well. Snow just socked the hell out of the city, closed schools and roads and businesses. The University had its first closing for snow in 30 years, apparently. So we stayed home and slept in, relaxed, fooled around, and generally had an excellent day off. The cat was a little freaked out by the sound snow-laded 35mph winds make as they hit an apartment building, but she did like having her favorite dispensers of food and pettings around all day.
The only problem is that I'm going to be forced to declare a one-day moratorium on Valentine's Day. I haven't had access to the car lately, and have thus been unable to go out and get Mike his present (I did finally get him his last Christmas present, the 7th Sea Gamemaster's Guide, in PDF after it became abundantly clear that the hardcover version was not going to be arriving (got a refund for that, though.) The majority of my gift to him will probably be the Castillian sourcebook, but I still want to get him something real, preferably with a heart on it, and a card. Cause it's Valentines Day. He's already said he knows what he's getting me and just needs to pick it up, which warms the cockles of my little heart. It's not the gift that counts, after all, it's the being thought of.
The only problem is that I'm going to be forced to declare a one-day moratorium on Valentine's Day. I haven't had access to the car lately, and have thus been unable to go out and get Mike his present (I did finally get him his last Christmas present, the 7th Sea Gamemaster's Guide, in PDF after it became abundantly clear that the hardcover version was not going to be arriving (got a refund for that, though.) The majority of my gift to him will probably be the Castillian sourcebook, but I still want to get him something real, preferably with a heart on it, and a card. Cause it's Valentines Day. He's already said he knows what he's getting me and just needs to pick it up, which warms the cockles of my little heart. It's not the gift that counts, after all, it's the being thought of.