Snowcones Thrive Where Bloggers Fear to Tread

This morning was the Platonic ideal of a snowcone morning. It took minutes to scrape the frost off the glass on my car.

After taking my daughter to public transit, I settled in for a day of telecommuting, only to find that we had no Internet connection.

After I regained the ability to contact the outside world through the 'Net, I still had no access to my work e-mail.

I fully expect that my office key will break in the lock tomorrow.