Jim went to work today. I watched him depart from the comfort of the upstairs window. The driveway and the cul de sac are covered in ice. He called me when he got to work – safe and sound.
Throughout the day, I’d hear tire spin noises or crunchy ice noises and peek through the window. Several neighbors got stuck or just lost traction for a moment or 2. Our cul de sac definitely has a slope to it making it difficult to leave.
My ironing pile has grown so much. Jim’s work dress code is business casual but by making a monthly donation to help a fellow employee out, he’s been permitted to wear jeans. Jim loves his clothes so even though he can wear jeans and a polo shirt, he still manages to wear a button-down long sleeve shirt topped by a sweater. Today I washed (in 2 frickin’ loads) all of the dress shirts. He’s been wearing these damn shirts under a sweater. Why iron them? I put away the ironing board, hung the shirts and put them all together in the closet. It’s like I sectioned them off. I segregated them. After all, I don’t want the wrinkles transferring to the ironed clothes.
Some time around 4, Jim’s company let them leave early. I suppose with the ice on the roads and impending traffic, they were kind enough to give them a head start?
Jim utilized his free time:
I never said he utilized his free time well.
Tomorrow I have another interview. We’re not sure how we’re gonna shuffle the Jeep. The BMW is useless in the snow.