When I left the office on Friday the sleet and freezing rain were coming down heavily. As I walked to the parking garage I stayed off the sidewalks as much as possible to avoid an Olympic level triple back flip. I picked up my wife at her office and drove home through the Highlands. As the rock band Foghat once sang, it was a “Slow Ride”. We made one pit stop at Kroger for some medicine and fried chicken. My total drive time from office to home was approximately ninety minutes. I know that many people didn’t get home for hours. Once I got home I did not leave it all weekend. All in all it was a perfect weekend for me. I loved the feeling of being snowed in. My wife wrapped lots of presents while watching her favorite holiday movies. I cooked all our meals, did the laundry, cleaned off the cars, and shoveled the sidewalk. I took my time and worked slowly on the snow shoveling to avoid a heart attack. Between my chores I read a little, jammed a little, and occasionally stepped outside my back door to feed the birds and squirrels. I love these kinds of weekends. It’s nice to stay home and not fight the madness of Malls, restaurants, and traffic. I’m sure many people had a renewed sense of how important their home is after Friday’s difficult and long commute. Crossing the threshold of one’s home can be one of life’s most comforting feelings.
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