A Division of Labor

Mr. Hunting Creek today: get up at 630am, let the dogs out, make coffee, bring caffe latte to grateful spouse (me), let dogs back in, go out to the grocery store to get dog food (because yesterday Trader Joe had no dog food), call grateful spouse from grocery store to advise what he was buying (but really he wanted to say - hey I found standing rib roasts on sale - SNOW DAY SCORE!), go to hardware store to fill up propane tank in case power goes out, get Snow melt stuff for sidewalks, come back, unpack groceries, sit down read paper, drink coffee, (this is all before 8AM)work remotely all day, then call daughter at work, tell her she better spend the weekend here instead of snowed in her apartment alone on Capitol Hill. Drive to train station at 5p to pick up daughter. In Blizzard (what dads do). Make standing rib roast (If you were stuck anywhere in the snow, you'd want to be stuck with Mr. Hunting Creek. His motto is Be Prepared. He told me today that this runs in his family: his ancestor had advised the Donner Party not to cross the Sierra Nevada when and where they did. His ancestor crossed into Oregon with all of his oxen and family members uneaten. They are a practical bunch, his people.)
Mrs. Hunting Creek today: Drink caffe latte, work, tell Mr. Hunting Creek he is a Snow Day Genius to get Standing Rib Roast for dinner. Bake oatmeal bread from Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day (it's fabulous, and yes, actual work was under 5 minutes). Set table. Eat dinner made by Mr. Hunting Creek. (Mr. Hunting Creek is a great cook.) Make dough for sticky buns for breakfast. (It's a Snow Emergency, People!) Watch Trashy Westerns with family.
I think I like snow days.