stoutfellow

And we're done; I just posted the grades for the geometry class.

The university is, indeed, closed. It will be snowing until the wee hours, at times (e.g., now) heavily. It's a good thing V helped me retrieve those tests yesterday!

I suspect I'll be cancelling Buster's appointment tomorrow.

The high temperature today was 45F, recorded at midnight.

By the time I come home, it will be in the low to mid-20s.

At least it will have stopped snowing by then.

Welp, so we've got a heat advisory in effect from noon today until 7 PM Thursday. Temperatures above 90F, triple-digit heat index, and the possibility of small thunderstorms.

Fortunately, all of my classes are in the same building as my office, so once I'm at work I'll be in A/C comfort. Unfortunately, my TTh class lets out at 1:45, so I'll be going home in the thick of it.

It is, after all, still summer in these parts.

Well. I just spent a not-very-entertaining half hour, forty-five minutes in the basement. The university sent out a Tornado Warning alert, and I heard the siren start up, so I grabbed Gracie and carried her down the steps, then went back for Buster. (I could be sure Gracie wouldn't make it back up the stairs while I got Buster; the reverse would not be true.)

Neither dog likes the basement. (Honestly, neither do I...) Buster got up on top of a trunk and lay down, then decided that was unsatisfactory and climbed the stairs. He started trying to scratch at the closed door, but I called him off and he lay down on the top step. Gracie snuffled around a bit, while I found a position where I could see through the western window - I could track the rain, and there's a tree I could see to gauge the wind. After a while, I sat down on the bottom step and petted Gracie to keep her calm. Eventually, I could see that the rain was tapering off; I carried Gracie back upstairs and opened the door for Buster. The TW had expired about fifteen minutes earlier.

Next time, I'm going to have to remember to take my Kindle with me - something to do, plus it has a time display so I can tell whether the warning has expired.

The forecast high today is 22F. The wind chill is lower still. So, of course, it's one of those days when I'll be coming home around 8:30. (Forecast temp then: 18F. No snow predicted, though; we got our 1-4 inches yesterday.)

Today, I had no classes, though I did have office hours in the early afternoon. By the time I left campus, around 2 PM, the onrushing cold weather had hit. I was able to get to home and warmth before things got *really* nasty, but the wind chill is already down to 13F, and it's going to get worse.

Tomorrow, I have classes until 7:15 PM; I won't get home until about 8:30, at which point the temperature is forecast to be around 8F and the wind chill subzero.

I'm almost tempted to hope for campus to be closed, but a) in my thirty-plus years here, that's never happened, and b) losing days in my classes is dire. (Those classes meet MW only, and we've already lost one day to a holiday; we really can't afford another.)

:sigh:

On the plus side, I made good progress on Taxonomy II, finishing quadrilaterals and pentagons and getting a good start on hexagons. I'm thinking I should have this one wrapped up by the end of February, and out the door sometime in March. Fingers crossed that no snags crop up.

Tomorrow's weather forecast, starting from midnight, calls for eight hours of rain, followed by eight hours of snow.

Usually I make my big grocery runs on Saturday. Ain't gonna happen this week; once again I'll have to break out the big box on a Friday.

Not complaining, really; I live in the Midwest by choice. It gets a little tiresome sometimes, though.

According to Dark Sky, the high tomorrow will be lower than the low today.

I don't think that works, unless the temperature is discontinuous.

Mind you, in my years in Chicago, there were a couple of times that felt like meteorological discontinuities.

I have settled on my Thanksgiving week main course. It won't be a slow cooker dish, for the first time in a couple of years of cooking; it's something from my _Supercookery!_ book. I had trouble remembering its name, but fortunately the book indexes each recipe on each significant word. It is Pilaff with Pineapple and Cashew Nuts; it also features green onions, chicken broth, and hard-boiled eggs, among other things. I've made it a time or two before, and the mere act of cooking it is a delight, as each successive ingredient goes into the pan. (Some are taken out in between, fortunately.)

Still no decision on the sides.

(It's snowing again, rather lightly.)

This week has been Forgetfulness Week chez Stoutfellow.

On Tuesday, I forgot my glasses when I went to work. When one of my students asked me to go over a homework problem in class, I had to have her read it to me.

Yesterday, I left the textbooks for both of the day's classes at home, and had to borrow them from students for the duration of class.

Also yesterday, the weather having turned autumnal, I wore my windbreaker to the office - and left it there when I went to class. I had no time to go back and retrieve it before the bus came. The temperature was, thankfully, only autumnal on my way home - I don't have an evening class that day.

Today, though, is predicted to be chilly. I'm not leaving the house. (I have to take Gracie to the vet tomorrow, but it should be warmer.)