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Coming home this morning at circa 7-7:30 AM, the snow had just begun to stick, and because the streets had been warmed by 45-degree-F temps on Tuesday, they'd gotten quite wet before stickage happened. Snow plus water equals slush, and there was approximately half a slippery inch of it that was tricky, but not too difficult, to navigate.
Because the NYC schools were off, I knew that today was dedicated to sleeping without having to wake up midday to retrieve my daughter. Even better, M was able to work from home (her boss had told her to do so, and she brought the laptop home) so that any child complaints wouldn't wake me.
There's something really satisfying about eight continuous hours of sleep. I really should get it more often than once weekly.
Now to start preparing to slog through the snow that's accumulated all day (officially, something like eight inches -- not much, I know, but enough to be a PITA) to get to work tonight.
Because the NYC schools were off, I knew that today was dedicated to sleeping without having to wake up midday to retrieve my daughter. Even better, M was able to work from home (her boss had told her to do so, and she brought the laptop home) so that any child complaints wouldn't wake me.
There's something really satisfying about eight continuous hours of sleep. I really should get it more often than once weekly.
Now to start preparing to slog through the snow that's accumulated all day (officially, something like eight inches -- not much, I know, but enough to be a PITA) to get to work tonight.
