judecorp | Forever Equals Two Weeks

They're throwing the "B" word around for tomorrow. Yuck. I'm trying not to get anxious about it, wondering how much my work week will suffer due to ridicuolous amounts of snow. The snow estimates keep going up, from 6-10 to 10-12, to 8-15, and the most recent newscast is predicting 20" in Boston. I hope this ends up being one of those times that they get everyone in a tizzy for nothing. 12 is okay, 20 is too much. (It's supposed to be fairly warm next week so 12" could go somewhere... but 20" never really goes ANYWHERE.)

I called my grandparents tonight to tell them that I probably wouldn't be coming down tomorrow if the snow is as bad as they say. It breaks my heart when my grandfather is so audibly disappointed, talking about how long it's been since he's seen me. It's been 2 weeks. There's a lot of pressure there, and I know they don't mean it like that. I know that they just love me so much, and are lonely, and want to spend time with me. I'm really happy about that. It's just hard when I get this pressure to go down there every weekend or every other weekend indefinitely. I feel so much more relaxed when I don't traipse down there on a weekend day... and I just /need/ that time.

We're off to Quincy for a revival of Saturday Night Ice Cream Club with Jess and Chris. Haven't been down to Friendly's with them in a long time. It will be good to see them, and to get out of the house before we're buried under all of this silly snow.