Where's Roxie?

We left this - seventy eight degrees, sunshine, lush beautiful tropical flowers and gentle fragrant breezes.

And we returned to this. I have been spending a great deal of time under the covers, sucking my thumb and refusing to acknowledge reality. There's also the little facts of litterboxes, laundry and food that take up an inordinate ammount of time. But, sigh, I guess it's time to grow up and put on my big girl panties. I'm supposed to go to work today. The street outside our house is s sheet of ice, and DH, who can drive anything anywhere, did an interesting little bob and weave as he pulled out in his four-wheel drive Ford Explorer this morning. Wahhhh! I'm scared and I don't wanna! Back to bed!

Added later:
I pulled my socks up, channeled my inner Xena, gathered my courage from all the scattered hideyholes it had ducked into, put on my long johns and my wooly socks along with gloves, hat, boots, pants, turtleneck sweater, down-filled parka and any other layers I could come up with, and went out into the cold. The car doors were frozen shut. The lock worked just fine. I scraped the window clear and could see the buttons go up and down, but the doors were fricking frozen shut. I called AAA and they said they could be there in three hours but I should try shoving the door to see if I could break the ice. I shoved, kicked, and pounded to no avail. I nearly gave up, then realized, I could unlock the trunk, push the seat backs forward, and crawl through. Which I did, much to my bruised regret. Unlocking the trunk was the easy part. I then needed to writhe into the trunk in such a way that I could kick at the seat backs. Having popped the backs forward, I crept, like a geriatric eel, through to the backseat, then did an excellent imitation of a synaptically challenged crab to wriggle into the driver's seat with keys in hand. The battery was dead. The battery was dead. All this earnest effort, and the dinking battery was dead. By the time AAA got to me, my shift would be mostly over. I took it as a sign of mercy from heaven above and went inside to e-mail my boss, cancel my call to AAA, and cosset my bruises.

And the weather people are telling us that the BIG storm is due on Sunday. Up to a foot of snow. I may not leave the house till after Christmas.