Holed Up

Bruce and I had plans tonight but unfortunately decided to cancel due to the impending blizzard.  This weather is just pummeling us with terribleness.  It's literally worse than Antarctica.  The polar bears should seriously consider moving here.  I will feed them canned fish in exchange for their cuteness.

Hanging out at our bar with Bruce's 3 Floyd's-replicated art 

Sure, I should be grading papers, but instead I'm buckling down with Bruce in the basement, sidling up to the bar like we're regulars.  We've got to make the best out of this awful winter somehow!  We're just fortunate to have a little below ground bunker where we can ignore the freak of nature outside.