Chillaxin'.

What day is it?  We're losing track.  M. worked from home on Friday and again yesterday and again today.  And probably the next two days, too (the metro is running limited - or even no - service above ground, making M.'s commute to work either impossible or too risky).

So, here were are yesterday hangin' out (chillin'/relaxin' = chillaxin'!) in our embarassingly messy/makeshift-office bedroom.  What else to do while snowed in for several days (and counting)?  We've baked a ton.  We've read a ton.  We've laid-around a ton.  We've stayed in our pajamas a ton (a necessary trip to the grocery store yesterday had me asking, "do i really have to put on REAL clothes?!").  This begs the question:  Why don't we just hop in the car (it's all-wheel drive, after all) and drive south?