It's 18° in Oregon and I've been cozied-up on the couch at my folks' place since Monday night.
I had to work yesterday and today, and since a good portion of folks are already on vacation I found myself busier than I expected for what was supposed to be a couple of "slow" holiday workdays. I found myself feeling guilty, which is wrong, but I had this notion that these would be "easy" working-from-home days and I'd be spending time with family moreso than turning the millstone. My fault really, if I'd really wanted a vacation I could've burned the days instead of trying to cheat them out. Maybe today will be better. Maybe it'll teach me the rest of my lesson.
We got in Monday night around 7pm after a little more than an hour of flight delay. None of us were groped, scanned, or otherwise molested by the TSA - security was as it's always been and altogether uneventful. My mom had a late dinner prepared and waiting for us, which was much appreciated. Keaton, being excited to finally be at Grammy & Grandpa's place, was granted a "stay up late" night and got to play until around 10pm. At about 9:30pm she peeked out the front door and announced that it was "snowing hard." Already in her pajamas, she ran to get her shoes and jacket and we both went out into the driveway (me in shorts, an undershirt, and slippers) to make prints in the newly fallen snow. She really likes that less-than-an-inch of snow.
I've got my sights set on Thursday for some turkey, beer, and football. Brother's coming over with his wife and the new niece we've yet to meet and I'm anticipating an incredibly lazy day spent reading, continually nibbling, and hanging out.