stuck

This winter is pissing me off. I woke up a minute ago to a text alert telling me today is ANOTHER snow day. I am IN THE WRONG PLACE. I am biting back a dull panic at the prospect of how much worse catching up will be after yet another day's work is stacked behind my stacks of days to set right. And there is nothing, absolutely nothing, I relish about the prospect of another day spent at home. If I wasn't so angry at the skies I might bless the chance to stay in bed until noon, but I am not going to find sleep an easy escape--the blood in my veins is throbbing too loudly. Get out of my way, snow and ice and disruption and caged-animal-eyes.