We’re in the grey days of winter. Those grey January days that can drag. Those January days when it feels like forever since we’ve seen that golden thing in the sky.
I really can’t complain for we’ve had the mildest West Michigan winter I can remember. It was 50 F just two days ago; it’s in the 20s this morning… and snowing, blowing and, generally speaking, an icy mess out there.
300 area schools around us closed; youngest boy is happily snoring and me? I’m very content to be working from home today.
I’ve had years of commuting and am grateful that today’s not one of them. I’m delighted to leave the white-knuckle driving to someone else.
These are the days when we reach for our warmest gear. Our coziest sweaters, our warmest socks and our thick Artic-worthy jackets.
These are the days when you check and make sure there’s an extra blanket and boots in the car … just in case. These are the days.
I’ve know a few friends and colleagues who have the same options as me but will brave the elements anyways. They don’t have to, and they’ll tease me for choosing to stay in.
They’ll give me grief on Monday that I chose this today …
and him as my office mate.