Well, at least it feels like it.
Yes, I am one of those currently stuck in the midwest under a rather pretty (but destructive) glaze of ice. In fact, we had no power here at the house from sometime last night until about 5:09 this evening. Kiddo and I were in the middle of packing bags to go to a hotel when the lights came back on.
(Needless to say, I have one very disappointed five-year-old. *sigh* I have offered dinner from Wendy's as a consolation. She's a Frosty addict.)
And the sad thing is, all I could think, knowing that I had no home computer/internet was: "Thank gods I'm at a 'taking a break' place with my book". I'm sure, somehow, that makes me a true writer.