It's my 44th birthday today. Unbelievable!
Unfortunately, Bill got called out of town Friday morning and might not be home until 11:00 tonight. I hope not! But it's a real possibility. He and I were planning on seeing a local production of Shirley Valentine. I know he feels terrible about it, but there isn't much he can do. He's about four hours north of here building a berm in a snowstorm.
What I'm really worried about is that he plans on working from 7 am to 7 pm, then driving the four hours home. I don't know how far north that snowstorm spreads, but here in my city the winds are pretty fierce - and drifting snow will cover the highways in black ice. I just hope they finish sooner than planned.
So tonight, I have to decide whether I go to a wine & cheese party, or if I go to a play on my own. I really don't mind either, although I think I might be preoccupied until Bill makes it home. He and I will do something together on Sunday.