I’m supposed to work today. I don’t know if it’s worth the drive. I might not go.

It’s about a 15-minute commute. If it were right in town, then maybe. But it’s not.

I don’t really talk to anyone. I just work alone all day and then come home. People who work there mostly seem nice, I just haven’t engaged with them. It probably doesn’t help that I’m not there everyday.

I might still be tired. I might go back to sleep for a while. The kids have a snow day. Desmond and I are the only ones up, but he’s upstairs.

Maybe I’ll have more to talk about later.