I scrambled to get ready for work today: so. tired. I threw on my birthday sneakers, Tyler's sweatshirt and grabbed a breakfast bar only to open the door to see this. While driving on the freeway to work, my partially loose driver's side windshield wiper grip flew off making it almost impossible to see the road. Work was long and gloom and the snow never let up. I drove home slowly on backstreets and come home to a night in while my husbandry works late into the darkness. Long week, but I am sure glad it's over.