Sent home from the day job because of the weather. Yaay!!
On the way home I got a call from Ruthie, who asked me to run her to work because she nearly crashed her car a few days ago, and driving in the snow freaks her out now. By the time I got home I’d been on the road for an hour and three quarters.
Fed the cat.
Read a book.
Listened to Women’s Hour.
Now I plan to waste the rest of the day doing mostly nothing. Not even thinking.
I’m a winter baby – born on the shortest day of the year. I love the winter. It feels like home.