On Thursday vacation ended and I went back to work in Manhattan and the regular daily trains and patterns. Hardly anyone was working, they were finishing their New Year's Week at home. But those that were there peeked out the windows very often and constantly wondered when the forecasted snow would arrive. Like little excited kids who plan to sleep with their pajamas inside out so they'll be given a snow day we all talked about how it would be in the morning. Would anyone be in the next day?
Friday morning I woke up and got ready for work while the sun came up and when it did, the world looked like a shiny snow globe.
Rich checked his email in bed and was told to stay at home. I wasn't given the day off, but I still got to stay put so I went back to sleep until work normally starts at 8:30.
I worked from our spare room (it feels so good to say that! to have more than one room!) in my cozy pajamas with hot tea straight from the kettle. Checked emails, banged on the keyboard, caught up with my co-workers who were working from home as well.
At around noon the snow stopped, I got dressed and Rich and I took a walk down to the beach through a few snowdrifts.
We met up with Trish to watch some of her friends surf on the coldest day of the year.
And, back to work!
A late lunch and answering some emails.
Rich stayed in the living room practicing his ukulele I got him from Christmas while I finished working in the office.
In the evening Trish and Vic walked over for beers and a pasta dinner.
And that was it for Friday because it was the coldest night since 1988. After dinner I hid under all the blankets with Rich on the couch and watched TV with tea until bed.