tiredThe half hour slow slide from our house to the nearest exit where I could turn around and retreat, which usually takes 7 minutes, convinced me that driving to Malmö in a blizzard for dinner qualified as a bad idea. Even in a Volvo, Safest Car On The Planet.
An hour after I returned home, thinking, "I didn't want to go anyway," the snow stopped and the meltdown has already begun. Anders left at 9 to play hockey. I am completely unmotivated to tackle any of the items on my to-do list and am reading Tales From Earthsea by Ursula K. LeGuin instead.
