Honey, I'm Home.

This morning, Steve tried to venture out in the snow. At around 6:45 he put on his snow boots, his warmest coat, a hat, kissed me goodbye and promptly got in the car. At 6:55, I hear the front door open, and shut; boots being removed; hat coming off; and the coat landing on the kitchen chair. I come into the kitchen and look out the window to see Steve's little car stuck in the snow at the stop sign about, say 30 FEET from the house. Poor little car.

We got the chains on my car, but figured since the snow was literally up to the doors of the stuck car, chains or no chains, I was not going anywhere!

Fast forward about 3 hours. At around 9:45 Steve put on his snow boots, his warmest coat, a hat and kissed me goodbye. This time, as I watch from the kitchen window, the tires are still spinning, but a giant tractor has come down the street and plowed. If he can get out of the snow bank the tractor pushed up against the car... he might be ok. At 9:55, I hear the front door open ... and this time, Steve asks me to come and help. Hmm. I am hoping he means for me to sit in the cozy car with the heater on while he pushes. I relunctantly agree (he did make it to the mailbox for me). So, he uses his child size shovel (don't ask - we could have got the last regular sized one at Target, but he opted for the tiny one), he digs around the tires, I sit in the warm car and listen to "baby it's cold outside" on the radio and we are ready to go. One, Two, Three. Out. He is on his way. As his car starts slipping on the side road, he waves and turns into the spin.

Fast forward about 2 hours. Call from Steve. "I made it."

I could have tried to make it into work at this point, but Jen and my dad both thought it wouldn't really be worth the effort. I could make it in, return a few calls, take an appointment or two, and then just turn back home. SO... (long story short...) I worked from home today.

It was weird. It was quiet. There were no phones ringing. No doors buzzing up clients. No fireplace crackling. No Ben asking what was for lunch. I got a lot of work done. In fact, I prepared 3 motions that I have been dreading! With no distractions, they weren't too bad. BUT...

Fast forward about 5 hours. I hear the front door open, and shut. boots being removed... you get it. Then, comes the worst part. Steve ventures into my sauna like computer room (I turned the heat up to 77 degrees until I started sweating, and then down to 74). And...
Steve: "Honey, I'm home. What's for dinner."
Me: "did you really just say that?"
Steve: (laughing) "yes. I am starving."
Me: "I am definitely going to work tomorrow!"