That means there was no snow day for us today –– that between Rachel and I, it took five hours for us to get home from work. Two for her, two-point-five-and-a-brief-grocery-shop for me. Also, eight inches of snow. Also, the heat broke in the apartment.
On the other hand, she made delicious date bars and peanut-ginger sesame cookies (who would have thought so many components could be found in one cookie? Not I, longtime eater of chocolate chip), while I made box macaroni & cheese with onions and crushed red pepper. And maybe/hopefully/please there will be a snow day tomorrow? Please please please. I don’t envy going out in this weather.