Miss You like a Missing Child

I'll be impressed if you know the title song, though I have a feeling I've used it before.

In many ways, snow is like children.  Much more enjoyable from a distance, but very messy up close (except for Nora, of course!  Hello, Nora's Mother).  This morning, I got up a little before the ungodly hour of 5am to rid my long and hilly driveway of snow.  It was freezing outside, so I donned a black fleece face mask that I found, much akin to the ninja masks I used to wear in old country (I moonlighted as a ninja because the assassin industry, unlike textiles was unregulated and rife with fortunes).  I'm not sure what the neighbors thought of me when they peered out of their windows to check out the loud rumbling and saw a little ninja with a bright red jacket, fighting the snow so, so, so early in the morning.  I know what I thought of them: Lazy bastards.  None of them had even stepped outside to check out the snow by the time I drove off at 6:20am.  It was my first time clearing the snow by myself via snowblower and doing it so early in the morning to then drive in the snow and then head off to work, so I may have overestimated the amount of time I needed by just a little.  But still, my neighbors are lazy bastards.  

(Let's all pause to reflect and cheer on the fact that snow blower did not mangle my limbs and I did not die in a fiery car crash en route to work.)

Speaking of sleep deprivation, I've been dozing off on the T lately.  I normally nap on the commuter, but doing so on the subway is much more tricky and risky.  There are stops and people to pay attention to and you miss much more when you fall asleep.  On Friday, the subway car came to a stop for a minute and I nodded off right way.  During that period of sleep, something important apparently happened because when I woke up, it was almost my stop and the conductor was apologizing (again) for the delay and reassuring passengers that connecting trains will be held for them.  They've never assured us that connecting trains will be held for us before.  But I guess what the delay was all about will just have to be one of those mysteries of life I'll ever find out.  Unless you know what it was about.  Then you could tell me and I wouldn't have to be in the dark.