Dex says, as if it’s barely worth a mention, “Oh yeah, school has a two-hour delay.”

Then he gives us all kisses and walks out the door. “Noooo!” I groan.

The roads are fine now but the walkway and driveway are coated in ice. I managed to get the girls to daycare, reschedule my doc’s appointment for a little later in the day, and am trying to cram as much as I can into the abreviated hours I have today.

Underneath everything else is the knowledge that Christmas is 15 days away and that my photo exhibit is less than a month away. Cripes!