Fibro fog, pain, writing sandwiched in between. Quotes. Sermon notes. Encouragement. |
I woke to the alarm clock this morning like any morning. Although I don't work, I do usually have to drive my son to and from work. Each morning, I await his call. His shift should be finished at 6:30 a.m., but his actual departure time is anywhere from 5:30 to 8 a.m. When he called at 6:30 he said, "I have a ride, Mom." "Are you sure?" "Well, I know you don't like to drive in this stuff." I looked out the window and was shocked to see about two inches of snow. "Oh my goodness, it snowed." "Yes. And I have a ride." "Good. Tell your ride to drive carefully." I'd hate to be the weather forcastors. Each station agreed on the forcast for the next few days. We were supposed to get a rain, sleet and snow mixture starting this afternoon. My hubby had already suggested that Derek might find a ride coming home on Monday morning. When I woke up this morning, I didn't even check on the weather. The 11 p.m. news had not mentioned getting any precipitation this early, and when I went to bed aroud 1 a.m. there was not a hint of the white stuff. Some folks will be thrilled. They've been so upset at this year's lack of snow. Tiffany has been hoping for a snow day. If this keeps up, she just might get her wish. |