The last time Dad traveled for work was when I was in grade school. (He went to south Florida and brought me back a Tweety Bird t-shirt!)
This year, his company decided they'd host a conference in Atlanta. He arrived home yesterday, and after reading about Atlanta today (people sleeping in drug stores overnight? Students unable to leave school? Five hours to drive seventeen miles?) we are so grateful he got back when he did.
This morning we woke up to ice everywhere. My grandparents, along with thousands of other people here, are without power. (We're no stranger to outages due to heavy rain or hurricanes, but lines have never gone down because of ice.) Mom drove over to make sure Grandma was properly dressed and had enough blankets, and we thought about packing her up in our house, but she can't walk on the icy deck and we might lose power anyway.
In other news? Cabin fever. No driving and not too much walking outside (I didn't get three feet this morning before slipping, but don't tell anyone because it's embarrassing). I actually can't wait for work tomorrow. Yes, I said it-and I stand by it!
Hurricanes we can handle. This? No.