I’m currently sitting in the office, alone, waiting for the phones to start ringing off the hook. Everyone is either stuck at home, or, like one woman whose kids’ daycare is closed, stuck with her kids. Curse my overly efficient snowblower!
Now I wish I hadn’t left my book in the car. Sure, I could go and get it, but since the parking lot hasn’t been completely cleared yet, I am parked way in the back, where it is clear. And I’m lazy, so I don’t especially feel like trundling through the snow. Again.
Sigh. ‘Tis a tired, lonely existence I lead . . .
JAB
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