This crazy arse snow storm would be a lot more festive if Neal were home. Normally he takes the bus into work, and when the state closes early, he either waits for the next bus or gets a ride from someone who will be going by the bus stop where he parks his car.
Today he had a seminar or something on the other side of the state, so he drove to work. He was taking the second part of the day off, so I was all happy about life. Thursday is one of my work at home days, but today I don't have papers to conference or grade, so I'm taking the day off. How fun to have my husband home halfway through the day! Except it's now an hour and a half after he should have been home, and there is no sign of him.
Dudes, we're Luddites. We totally don't have cell phones. It's not like a simple phone call can alleviate my growing worry. Here is a moment when I wish I embraced that technology.
To keep calm I've been tidying the house with plans to finish Maggie's Socks this afternoon. If I can sit still while I wait for Neal. Why am I being such a nervous Nellie? You don't have to answer that. Instead, maybe you could tell me what you do when your nerves are on edge. Besides, you know, having a cocktail. Is it too early for that?
ETA: He's home!! What should have been a 40 minute drive took five hours. I hope your loved ones are home safe and sound, too. I think I will have that cocktail now!