Those days are over. At least my view at work is better. The empty lot across the street (that was supposed to be some kind of water park / baseball fields / hotel complex, before the recession hit) is much prettier covered in snow.

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According to Facebook, everyone’s commute home was like this tonight (this picture was taken at a red light). Actually this was the better part of my commute. I went down some streets that were worse. And the side streets I take to get to where I park at home weren’t plowed at all and it kind of felt like I was steering a boat! Too bad I wasn’t actually steering a boat. That would mean I’m on vacation somewhere warm and relaxing.

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75 minutes later (to go 12 miles), I was home safely.

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It sure is pretty though, isn’t it? Once you are home and in sweatpants, it is.

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I’ll pretend that because of the snow we are staying in, but really, this would be our Friday night regardless. Side-by-side laptops in bed. Just as marriage is intended to be.

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Also, another perk to living with your parents? Driving home in a snowstorm to homemade soup on the stove. AND corned beef and cabbage in the fridge for re-heating. Seriously. I don’t know why more people pushing 30 don’t live with their parents.