The weather is indeed conspiring against me. I really want to see New Mexico, but with all of the snow still falling, I might just have to get the hell out of here.

I just mapped out a route to Truth or Consequences and Alamogordo to see the fine workings of our fine, fine government, which nuked part of its own country. But, I checked the various weather web pages, and it looks like heading either north or south on I-25 is ill-advised.

The best road is I-40 right now, considering the weather. From the maps it looks like the snow is worst behind me east and above and below me north and south. Fucking A, it looks like the cool stuff I want to see in NM is off limits. (Also kind of a problem is it’s cold and wet, and I’m a big pussy.)

So, if I head due west to Arizona, I might get out of the snow. Tough decision: logic and caution versus desire. Historically, not my best scenario choice-wise.

Unrelatedly, what the fuck is up with parents these days? I woke up at 8 a.m. or so to a fucking little girl just randomly screaming outside my room. Literally just outside my room. By far this is the nicest place I’ve stayed, but my room is right on a balcony area at the top of some stairs. Apparently, that real estate is the place to go for rugrats with snowballs and smokers.

Anyway, so these three kids have been playing there last night and then this morning, and they are completely oblivious to their being rooms with strangers in them. Specifically, me, who really isn’t on a kid friendly schedule. Fair enough, they are fucking children after all.

But, there were their parents miles away enjoying a leisurely cup of coffee in the breakfast room, I realized when I got the fuck up myself. Back in my day, the sentence prelude of many a curmudgeon like myself, those kids would not have been allowed to play directly in front of a strangers door. Pat would have had us inside so quick, we would be too scared to scream randomly.