At 6:55 this morning, it was cold, there wasn’t a flake in the sky, but we knew the snow was coming.

By 7:30, I had to head out to brush the snow off the car, so I could drive Nicolas to band practice at the junior high school.

At 8:00, I was seriously concerned that I might not make it back from band drop-off, but thankfully, my little Civic spun its wheels only a few times before digging in and getting Kalen and me up the little hill.

At 8:20, I was standing outside nervously, chains in hand, trying to remember whether they are supposed to go on the front or rear tires.

At 8:22, I realized my nervousness had nothing to do with actually getting said chains on the tires, but with the facts that I’ve never driven on snow, we live on the top of a very high hill, the gym is a distance from the bottom of said hill, and I have no earthly idea if my little car – even with chains – could manage to get back up the hill after several more hours of snow.  Trapped at home I can handle.  Trapped at the bottom of a 500-ft. elevation hill that I would then have to walk up with a still-healing knee?  Not so much.

At 8:40, I flagged down some neighbors who were walking to school and sent Kalen along with them.

At 8:46, I emailed my trainer to cancel our session today, promising that I would do my best with my resistance bands and hand weights at home.

At 8:57, I took this picture from our back deck.

At 9:36, I realized that since I’m not spending several hours going to and from the gym this morning, I actually have time to blog.

How was your morning?

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