I stayed home on Friday because my cold was hitting me hard. I called my office and left a message as soon as I tried getting up, because it just wasn't working. I got several hours more sleep, then ventured to CVS to invest in some Alka-Seltzer Cold. Both of these things helped. Late in the afternoon, Sharif came by to take me to his house, where he made his first-ever pot of soup. From scratch, with no recipe. It was delicious. Seriously, considering that I was there when he made his first real meal (less than two years ago), the boy has come a long way.
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.