Fifteen years ago, Mike, Chris and I took a road trip for no real reason, from PA to NY to Canada to Connecticut. By the time we got to CT, we could no longer switch seats in the car to swap drivers around, because we had our personal stink was so deeply embedded in our respective cushions.

That's sort of what I feel like now, after three straight days of work to hotel to work to hotel to work. With only the barest change in clothes.

In preparation for the work-based snow-in, I grabbed a bag of afghan blankets... and to my surprise it contained some knitted slippers my grandmother made. So I got to enjoy those in the hotel room, as seen above.

Seeing as I have spent the last two days going through viewer-submitted photos of Life In Snowtime, I'm not going to weblog a bunch of my own pictures of snow-on-deck, dogs-in-snow, or bikini-in-snow (yes, that's a thing). ...ok, here's one of my car, which has been stuck in a bowling alley parking lot since Tuesday.

Luckily, Rhonda and Clark have been safe at home for the duration. They did the thing where you use snow to make edible ice cream.

My comrades-in-office-arms, Josh and Anna, made the best of the late hotel nights by playing Chrononauts, Yetisburg, Catan, Monty Python Fluxx and TaleSpin.

In fact, as my employer marched through continuous snow coverage, they brought me on set to talk about a couple of these card games. I'll be embedding that few minutes of television gold as soon as I can get my hands on it.