It's here. The storm of the year.
And boy, is it a doozy. Trapped again, but this time I'm not alone because I imagine most of the city is hidden inside. I made homemade Mac and Cheese for lunch, am letting the girls watch Frosty on the coach cushions spread out all over the living room and watched as my husband left for a 45-minute (three mile) commute to work, where I imagine he'll probably have to spend the night.
I can't begin to tell you how jealous I am. I love drama in the newsroom and weather always works. But Frosty is good too.
Also, in case anybody is wondering, sickness is over. It lasted a good 24 hours and took about that long to get us back to normal. It's death grip was strong, but short, thankfully.