I have proclaimed myself Emperor of the Condo. All shall bow down to me. Fear and respect me.
I haven't been to work since last Friday. I've been wearing the same flannel shirt and sweat pants for several days. The days are starting to become a blur. The roads are still hazardous and no one is moving. The bad weather appears to have left us. The skies are clear. The Sun is out. Today the winds will die down. We're being told that things will go back to normal.