Okay, that’s two Christmas parties I’ve missed in one day. I have to remember I don’t believe in Friday the 13th as a harbinger of bad luck. It’s just snowing too heavily outside for me to drive halfway across town. By the time I scrape the wet snow off of my car and get inside, the windows are covered again, and I’m slipping and sliding just to trying to get out of my parking lot. Maybe I shouldn’t have come back home after work. I don’t think it would be impossible to get to my boss’ house, but I don’t know how long this snowfall is going to last, and I know I feel a lot safer now that I’m not behind the wheel of my car, squinting into the darkness, trying to skid away from the car in the opposite lane. My boss is a really gracious host, and I was genuinely looking forward to attending tonight’s end-of-semester party…but looking at what’s fallen just in then ten minutes since I called him tells me that I probably made the right decision. I hope he understands.

It’s not a total loss, though. I managed to get some photographs for my winterly-challenged friends and readers. Some from tonight, some from this Wednesday’s unexpected (but nonetheless official) snow day, and one of Monty Python Society president Matt just…well, being Matt.