Well, our trip to Boston was sort of a disaster. The weather forecast was looking dire, so my husband and I headed straight home after dropping off our daughter, only to hit freezing rain in Concord, NH. It took us two and half hours to go two miles up a three lane interstate in a traffic jam, and the rain fell harder and harder. Cars off everywhere, police and ambulances everywhere, the southbound lane completely closed -- we hit the first exit we came to and checked into a hotel for the night. The roads were so scary that we didn't even dare go to store for toothbrushes.
Then we got sick. Both us us -- fever, coughing, aches, chills, nausea... just what you don't want to have happen stranded in an ice storm. We limped home the next day on roads that were better but not great, and I have been in bed drinking tea ever since, trying to relax. I don't do icy roads well.
But the family is all safe, and that is what is important.
Jai is in the hands of my editor. What should I write next? (When I'm not in danger of throwing up on the keyboard.)