Where did the windows go?

She blogs...again! Omgwhatwillhappen?!

It's cold. The space heater I borrowed/stole from J (co-worker) is roaring full-blast under my desk, which isn't really a new thing since it's been doing that all summer and fall, too, but I did crank the heat up from 8 to 10, crazeee. D texted "It's snowing!" to me, prompting a joyous sprint to the closest window (punctuated by a really yuck sneeze) and a subdued (I gots a headache) snow dance. Think disco ballet.

I remember calling my dad at work whenever it snowed when I was a little girl. He'd sound surprised, which baffled me since OMGSNOWSNOWSNOW! There weren't any windows nearby for him to see out of, how unbelievable, how droll. Envisioning such a place taxed the boundaries of my outrageous parallel-universey, flying-cat-infested little imagination. And now, look, IT HAPPENED TO ME, I am in this place.