Taciturn is on the road to Baltimore. He left yesterday am and baring misadventure, will arrive at his mom's house on Wed. He despises flying for various reasons, so although it takes so long to drive, he prefers to do that.
When we spoke last night on the phone, I asked him about the snow warnings for the Northeast. He said it will all be melted by the time he gets there.
Here's praying he is right! He is driving the least snow worthy of our three autos. It gets the best gas mileage, though.
He will be gone ten days. I am scheduled to work seven of those ten, and one of the days off is actually a sleep day, since I will have worked all night the night before. That was a convenient excuse to stay home, since T still hasn't told his folks that I plan never to visit again. He probably won't ever. Which is fine, there will just be excuse after excuse.
T is a bit concerned, though, about what he might find on this visit. He offhandedly mentioned the other night that "it's been over a year since I've seen them. I wonder how things really are?" He knows in his heart of hearts that the home of his mother and the Angry White Man is a dark place.
Prayers for all, please!