I was running a little late this morning. I wanted to work in the office and I had a meeting on my schedule at 9:00am. I had to be certain I could get to my desk before that meeting started. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to get in on time. As I was packing up my shit to leave the house I told my wife that I would plug my work address into the GPS and if it gave an estimated arrival time of after 8:50am I would work from home. Note: this conversation happened at 7:15am.
I got into the car, opened up the Waze app and pointed it at work. The ETA was 8:41am. Okay, I should be all right. That was when I saw the snow flake.
WTF? It’s April 7th… snow? By the time I got to the end of my street there was a light flurry. By the time I was about 10 miles down route 93 South it was full on snowing. By the time I got down to the route 4 exit off of route 128 South the snow was sticking and it was snowing heavily.
Up yours, mother nature. Up yours.
I parked my car at 8:56am and practically ran up to my desk on the fourth floor. I was in the meeting one minute late at 9:01am.
It is April 7, 2026 and it is still fucking winter in New England. Bite me.
Inside the Red Head's Head 
This is a wonderfully vivid and entertaining piece—it captures the chaos of an ordinary morning turning unexpectedly dramatic with great humor and energy. The pacing is spot on, building from a simple “running late” scenario into a full-blown showdown with unpredictable weather.
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