I’m sitting here all innocent-like when suddenly all these alerts come streaming across my desktop.
Uh-oh, that’s not good. We’ve got students planning to go home today and tomorrow.
Volatile weather? Never seen here before?
Plummeting temperatures and slippery roads…what could be causing this?
POTENTIALLY HISTORIC HIGH WIND EVENT! Wait, I might be responsible. You see, I ordered a whole bunch of mutant flies earlier, thinking the weather was going to be mild during the middle of the week — I check the weather before ordering these things, because it’s a bit dicey in December, and I’ve received shipments of biological specimens frozen rock solid before. I honestly thought this would be good timing to sidle past the Weather Gods and the Fly Gods. They are expected to arrive…
I taunted fate, and this is what I get.
I guess we better batten down the hatches and make sure everything movable is secure — I remember a year when our garbage cans took flight. Everyone be safe. I hope my flies make it.