first and second day

I've made it through my first and second day on the new job, and I'm about to start my third. On the first day, people were incredibly nice -- helpful, professional, funny, respectful.

Yesterday, I awoke to a lot of white stuff (not unexpectedly, either -- the news media, as is typical, had been whipping us into a frenzy over the coming storm for days). It was one of those storms that was mostly rain to the south, mostly snow where we live and beyond, but windy and cold everywhere. Robert and I settled in with lots of wood for the stove, a couple of cats, a few computers, and lots of hot tea.

I wrote a note to my new boss saying that ordinarily I like to show up on my second day of work, and that -- honest -- I planned to come back, but that I was working at home. And I did get a fair amount done. Just for the record, at least on email, people continued to be nice and also helpful. Imagine that!

So today, I'll show up and keep plugging away. There are requirements to be read, doc plans to be written, people to meet.

And on what should be my fourth day at work, I'll be elsewhere (what is this?). Robert and I are going away for a quick frozen weekend at the tip of Cape Cod. It's our anniversary of being a couple, and a President's Day weekend away has become a favorite way of noting the occasion. This year, we mark our fifteenth anniversary of togetherness. I still feel like a young pup, in mind if not in body, but apparently, that's just a delusion.