Took myself in to work and got a call at 10am to tell me group was cancelled.
The snow was just starting to accumulate as I left work but by the time I got to the end of the train ride, there was probably already about an inch on the ground. Middle daughter was home and agreed not to go in to work, so this makes me happy.
Having these extra several hours is quite a treat. It's really been a long week, but I don't regret or resent a bit of it. I think it gave me the backbone to disregard that voice. It thought that I should probably stop for some vodka as this is the perfect complementary beverage for a blizzard. I thought that It was being foolish, because in the first place I'd get violently ill if I drank and in the second place I've committed to not drinking.
I'm looking forward to the day that I internalize that this addictive voice is absolutely bonkers. Not there yet, but knowing It's totally irrational and selfish and doesn't care if It destroys me is enough.