Drew had off President's Day. Rachel had a sleepover the night before with Sydney and from what Nicole said, they didn't get a lot of sleep (Rachel told us that Sydney wanted to play a game on her iPad when it was time to go to bed; all Rachel wanted to do was sleep, poor thing). We picked her up in the early afternoon, and they drove me in to the Ballston Metro for work.
On the way home that night -- I had decided to go in, despite the fact that my boss told us all that we could work from home because of the impeding ice storm -- it was perilous. A sheet of ice covered the bike path, so I hiked on the snow by the side of the path when I could, and crossed ice-coated bridges very very carefully. I had finally made it close to home until I reached the house across the street from ours and realized that I couldn't cross. It was too slippery. So, I slid my bags and umbrella (it had started raining on top of all of this) across the street and thought about sliding on my butt across -- but as soon as I did so, I started sliding down, not across. (I had called Drew by this point, and both he and I realized that I could go to the bottom of the hill, walk carefully across and then back up in the melting parts near the sidewalks.) I finally made it back home, with Drew carrying my bags inside, vowing NEVER EVER EVER to try to walk to the Metro station and back in an ice storm. Why risk it, when I can just as easily work from home?
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