The baby is home sick, but he's not really sick. His daycare providers are hysterics. I'm trying to be brave, but today is my big freelance day and it's very inconvenient. Plus, the housecleaners are coming so I won't be able to get anything done.
I was working away yesterday, really in the zone and oblivious to the world, when I looked up and saw that it was snowing like crazy. A closer perusal revealed a white world, so I reluctantly decided to go get the babe early. I hate driving him when the weather is bad. People here cannot drive. When I stepped outside, the wind nearly knocked me off my feet. I had to stop three times before I even got to I-95 to scrape the car. It was a total white out. It took me two hours to get to day care, when it usually takes about 20 minutes.
I cried, a little.
And now we're home together. Whee!
In other domestic news, I made an excellent casserole last night with brown rice, turkey, asparagus, mushrooms, and cheese. It was perfect snowstorm food. And I have discovered a nearby farmer's market. I don't talk about this too much, because I am already such a fucking geek, but I am obsessed with produce. The amount of time and money I can spend at a farmer's market or farm stand is shocking. I'm thinking of taking the baby there today to wear him out so I can get some work done this afternoon. Alas, it's only -10 degrees here right now. If it gets up to 20 we're outtie.
I don't want to beat this topic to death, but I am now halfway to realizing my materialistic iPod dream. Donations have been heartwarmingly generous. I promise to pass on the good karma some day.