The drive. The joy.

Michael and I looked up from our task Sunday to find it had started snowing. Again. With storm warnings. Again. So, I packed up and headed home. I left around 4:15, and arrived home around 9:15. The visibility was poor, but the roads were pretty good. That is, until 405. And 90. Then it was slushville, and people finally had a reason for driving slow (unlike before, where they were craaaaawling for no reason whatsoever, but I digress). My little Kiwi did great! I also noticed that the anxiety attacks I usually have when driving with poor visibility in snowing weather never arose. Three cheers for lexapro. It make life so much better for me in so many little ways.
Again, I digress.
I was still tense and headachy when I arrived home. I called those I needed to call, letting them know I was safe and sound, and then Milo and I played for a bit while I unpacked and wound down. Then we snuggled up for the night. After the usually laying all over me and purring session he stretched out along my side and placed his check against mine. We fell asleep, my arm around him, cheek to cheek, and I think we were both smiling! He is such a good, good cat! I love him so much!