Yesterday I woke up in the morning, took a shower, got dressed, spent some time on the computer . . . all in rooms with tiny or closed windows. So when I headed to the kitchen for lunch at noon, I was amazed to see the snow. There were already a few inches on the ground by that point, and it was coming down in earnest. Sharif and I had plans to meet my family for Erica's play followed by dinner, though, so we headed out into the stuff. We made it out of the neighborhood with a slip or two, and were headed slowly down 95 when my dad called me. Apparently the roads were so bad in Laurel that his brakes weren't working. We had to turn around and go home. This was highly disappointing, but theatre and barbeque unfortunately don't outweigh danger. I really really hope we get to reschedule for next weekend.
I'm still congested today, but far less ill than most of the weekend. Thank goodness. And the one work thing that was worrying me about Friday seems to be resolved. Again, thank goodness.