Exciting drive to airport in driving snow left me with with an aching neck, little sleep, otherwise unharmed, loved one's sibling recovered undamaged. Found myself fascinated by people's interest in tailgating in the absence of friction, plow truck driver's apparent near total disinterest in plowing.
A little while ago, there were two power flickers, hoping nothing's broken. When they happened, I said 'Oh, fuck.' Sweet young thing said, 'You swore.' I think her ears also turned a little pink, the poor dear. Then she fell right back asleep.
Need to take the dog out into the big slushy mess, feeling resistant.