I woke up this morning thinking I was going to work.  But the latter happened.  On my way to work I spun out in my car and felt the urge to not keep heading towards the small town I work in.  So I turned around and headed home.  I felt good about not going to work because: 1, my sister has the stomach flu and I am taking care of her now. 2, I am writing a story for a contest. 3, I am working on my secret surprise.  All in all, as much as I hate snow, Chicago wind chills, and driving a 10 year old that doesn't have anti-lock brakes, I am able to embrace the snow on days like this.  I am home, writing and watching La Dolce Vita.  :)