We're buried! About 12" of snow, 35 mph winds, and -50 degree windchills filled our weekend and the first part of the week.

I use the term "snow day" rather loosely. Even though the county had closed all roads and nobody was allowed out except emergency workers, I got several messages from my managers making it clear that I was expected to be at work. Jon brought me in on Monday, as there was no way the Malibu was making it out of our unplowed, drifting, neighborhood.

After working a full day, I was informed that legally I wasn't allowed to leave the hospital since the roads were closed -- I was only allowed to COME to work. The hospital told us that police officers were fining people returning home $500 to $2500 for being out. Our CEO told us that our safety was "first priority" (although ... apparently only AFTER I had seen all the patients) and recommended we sleep at the hospital. Um, no thank you.

Millie is very displeased that we won't let her outside.

We're thankful for a warm house, 4 wheel drive, and some sun today to begin to melt the roads! Stay warm!