Yesterday was a ridiculously balmy 14C, and I dared to hope that winter was over and spring was here. Today, we’re surrounded by a fluffy white winter wonderland, and it looks socked in for the day. It’s been snowing since last night - I’m not sure what time, but early - and hasn’t let up a bit.
I don’t really mind so much. I mean, I mind that I can’t clean up the yard, or that I was SO CLOSE to putting away the winter clodhoppers, or that I can’t really go running in Edworthy Park (I’m a fair-weather outdoor runner, thanks, no thirty-below excursions for me). But overall I don’t mind. These are the types of days that make me love working from home.
Mike doesn’t have class today, so right now he’s hanging out in the bedroom with Ron and Len, dipping into some required academic reading. On days like today, I often think about how different our lives are now than they were a few years ago, when we bought this house, or how different our lives are from most people’s out there. Most couples don’t see each other all day Tuesday, most can’t toss a dish of chicken in the oven to cook while they work away in the office, or take the dogs for a walk at noon or even three o’clock. I’m sure one day, when Mike goes back to work full-time, we’ll have a routine more like other people. But maybe not - he’ll be around for summers, and I’ll hopefully still work from my little desk here, though much more normal hours.
It’s days like this when I think it’s all worth it. All the stress of the last year, and our hopes for the next two, twelve, or twenty. It’s nice to think about what the future holds, even if it doesn’t hold quite what we expect (past experience tells me that’s the one thing I can count on!). I know that we’ll eventually get there.
As long as we don’t kill each other first.