The roads were terrible this weekend with the winter storm. Snow, then rain, then freezing rain, then snow again. And blowing. No Sweeney Todd! I had cabin fever already by Sunday afternoon, so I dug out my driveway and decided to go my gym. I got there, and it was closed. Of course, I could have easily discovered that if I'd only called ahead. So I bought another paper (because the Sunday Chicago Tribune is bound to have WAY different news than the Dayton Daily, right?) and a bottle of wine and went home.
Today, I am a grumpy bear.