When you have this out of your conference room window:

Then you come home and have drifts past your knee:

Foster City is sitting at 58 right now.

I’m sure they think it’s chilly.

Lucky bastards.

Hopefully this’ll be my last winter here. I’ll even be happy if this is my penultimate winter.

(BTW: In case folks from the home office are looking: “Thanks for the jacket!” No, I didn’t wear it while shoveling, but it was good enough for the photo-op.)