So my wife and I are still stuck at Children's Hospital in B'ham where she works. We spent a mostly sleepless night on her office floor. Last night everybody gathered in the conference room and watched American Hustle on the overhead projector, ate Subway $5 footlongs, and stayed warm.
The roads are still dicey to drive on and traffic on the "closed" interstates are gridlocked with people trying to finally make it home today. We'll be leaving on our trek within the hour. Not sure how far we'll make it.
It occurred to me as I typed this that I might sound like I'm complaining, but whining about being stranded in a warm, safe hospital office, being well fed, and entertained by no less than 7 forms of media (texting, Facebook, email, blogging here, radio, TV, and watching pirated movies with snacks) strikes me as definitely a first-world problem. So I'm not really complaining about being stranded still, just updating our status for you. It could be a lot worse.
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