I look outside my window and I kind of want to curl under my desk and never come out. It's gloomy. It's COLD. It's quite disgusting, actually.
Andrew got to come home early today and was in his sweats and watching SportsCenter by 11am. He put in over 80 hours last week, so I don't think he knew what to do with himself when given the opportunity to relax. I came downstairs to get lunch and he said, "Page. I'm so comfortable." And he said it like he couldn't believe it was true. Bless.
I told him to get all of his solitary down time out of the way by 5pm because when I get done working he's mine, all mine. I've got big plans that involve a pot of soup and 24 reruns. And probably a Scrabble showdown because that's how we roll. We usually have homegroup on Monday nights but we don't feel great about getting out in this weather and to be honest, we're pretty excited for an excuse to both be home without anything to do. You've got to take what you can get, amen?