I was supposed to fly home on Sunday, but apparently, we got a couple of snowflakes in the DC area, all the airports shut down, and my flight got moved to Tuesday. So I had to leave this:
...and come home to shovel out this:
On the plus side, it only took me an hour to dig the old girl out.
Metro is still fucked past the Ballston stop on the Orange Line, and my brother was still snowed in, so it took me two trains, two buses, and a cab to get home from the airport. I so want to be sitting on sunny Orient Beach in St. Maarten with a Mai Tai again. :-(