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Well, the snow did it's best to prevent me from coming up here, but it finally warmed up and stuff started melting off. You would think that it wouldn't matter that much, as I am on I-5 the entire way, and SURELY I-5 has been plowed since Monday's storm. Surely. But you'd be wrong. I guess Nobody cared about the last 10 miles of the United States. It was actually a bit shocking. Because i was driving 70 miles an hour, like everyone else, to hit all these patches of frozen snow. Bastards.

Wil is sick. It's very sad. He has a bad cold. Last night I made him take some nighttime cold meds, as he had not been able to sleep the last two nights. And I made him go to bed at 9 pm. I wasn't the slightest bit sleepy. The only problem was, Jack and her sister Hazel were here too, and they had to go to bed as well, they have school this morning. So there was no place for me to go. Wil asleep in the bedroom. The girls asleep in the living room. I suppose I could have hung out in the bathroom.

So I lied in bed and thought, and composed brilliant emails and blog posts that are now lost to the wind. To the best of my recollection, these are some of the things I thought about:

• Veronica Mars
• bunk beds
• jersey knit sheets
• laundry
• chocolate chip cookies
• J.P. Patches
• Linens N' Things
• playing house
• Christmas
• kittens
• Momo and Pru
• Dijon chicken and rice.
• pillow top mattresses
• filing systems
• border agents
• WoW
• boxers
• orange juice
• Australia
• Banff
• blogging
• my friend Karyn
• ergonomics
• home offices
• swimming
• dolphins
• the ability to suck someone else's sickness out them with your mind
• and, of course, snow.

I'm happy to say, that since Wil got about 10 hours of sleep, he's doing much better. He seems perkier, albeit still congested and coughy.