...is all I'm saying.
We're home from my mom's. I'm tired. I miss Jonathan. I'm cold. My mom keeps her house at 70 degrees or more. Mine rarely sees higher then 65, it's currently 60. I'm looking forward to enjoying my bed, my chairs and the basic things that make home...well home.
I expected a slick icy drive. We said a prayer before we pulled out of mom's driveway. I never saw or felt a slick spot. Weathermen are liars...but I'm okay with that...today.