Get Me Out of Here!

So, we're on day four of not leaving the house... or, I am. Duncan ventured over to the seminary to class. Being the good student that he is, he could not bare to miss another day of school. The office at the church has been closed Monday-Thursday. If we have any out-of-state readers, hopefully you already know that Atlanta completely shuts down when we have ice. We usually shut down for snow, but I feel confident in my assumption that only ice has the power to hold us hostage for nearly a week in our homes.

But during our last encounter with icy roads, I discovered that driving on ice is terrifying. There isn't much you can do except float atop the frigid streets until you hit something... and you just pray that whatever that something may be, that it not be of value, and certainly not something that would require an insurance claim. Plus, on our way home we saw that every overpass on I-20 had an accident, and on Glenwood (our exit) there was a four-car-collision. Yikes! So.... based on this recent experience, when ice hit Atlanta again, I vowed to stay put. And stay put I have—other than a few neighborhood jaunts. Walking the dog is quite treacherous in such conditions as he has no traction, yet somehow still maintains enough force to pull you along the ice. Sound like fun? It's not. No one has any control and, therefore, I elect all outside time occur in the safety of our crunchy backyard.

I've been doing a good amount of work from home. I gladly enjoy time I am able to spend on the iMac—but I prepared for one snow day, not four... so I'm running out of things to do with limited access to files. Luckily, the office is one of the warmer spots in the house now that we've put the thermostat down to 60 (December was a brutal month for our gas bill). However, the warmest spot in the house is definitely underneath the layers of blanket (including one electric) in the coziness of our bed. But who wants to stay in bed for four days straight?!

So, I sign off, a bit chilled and a lot stir-crazy. I cannot wait to leave the house tomorrow, but will appreciate prayers and good wishes for safety for all whom will hit the Atlanta roads (and maybe we can throw a prayer in for a few more snow plows??).

Cheers—Whitney