I repeat to myself......I love living in Boston..........I love living in Boston.........I love living in Boston.
I finally decided to leave work at 2015.......ok, my boss decided I'd be leaving then. She went out to clear off her car and leave and then called my cell from the parking lot. "Your car is running and cleared off. Leave now!" What choice did I have?
So out I went. The company that manages the property has a good snow removal crew, that walk to the car was easy enough. My boss had my car cleared off. Just get in and drive, right?
Wrong. There was just enough snow to hang the car up. I had to go back in work and find the shovel in the warehouse and dig out my tires. After that, a careful 17 mph in 3rd and I was home in no time!
Oh well. It really is a small price to pay to live in Boston.
Cary Grant is on the TV as background noise while I get ready for bed. Some Nyquil and I will be unconscious soon.
I almost tripped over the Christmas decorations when I came into the house. Frankie picked up the tree and brought all the stuff down from the attic. I haven't called to thank him yet because we had a fight last night and I haven't gotten over it quite yet.