Here I am sitting, listening to the wind and the hail/snow showering my window. Kids are asleep, have been for over 3 hours (wow, I'm good... maybe because their Dad's away and there are no shenanagins when Mom puts them to bed). I always get to bed so late when Ian's away on business. I'm a night owl anyway, but it always takes me longer, my bedroom seems cold and lonely.
We're expecting another huge dump of snow tomorrow, could be another snow day.
It's times like these that I'm so glad I will not have to deal with a morning commute. And I feel better about the man not having to deal with his drive to work. I think I'll make him feel better by sending him a message about the drive he doesn't have to endure tomorrow. Hopefully he'll receive it as he's enjoying his moules et frites in Brussels.
Spring, quit with the teasing and just get here already, 'kay?