Home Alone

So having fled work to beat the awful weather at 1 pm this afternoon and get my kids home safely, I come home to an answering machine message from Northwest Airlines telling me my husband's flight has been changed to Friday morning. Which was supposed to be our phone meeting with the relocation specialist. I get to sit at home alone tonight with the kids in bed listening to the ice hit the windows. Little man's school is cancelled tomorrow. I wrote an e-mail to my boss. There's a lot that I need to get done there, but I don't have much of a choice. So I'll try to do as much work as possible from home tomorrow with my two brats under foot.

I'm in a bored mood too. There's plenty I can think to do, but nothing really appeals. I don't even really feel like writing on my blog, but I've got to do something. I fully expect that at some point tonight I will have company in bed, my little people don't sleep very well during storms.

I feel energized, but don't feel like doing anything in particular. Nothing on TV appeals. I could surf more, but I'm not particularly interested in anything. I'm tempted to go hide under the covers with the book I started yesterday. Blah, blah, blah.