It wasn’t often that the winter sky glowed with lightening flashes. She thought this blizzard would be like the last “blizzard”. But this one started only moments ago and the pavement protected by the car was already covered.

“I should have left it there for him to dig out in the morning,” she thought to herself. The thought of her husband stomping around in the snow yelling obscenities at the car made her smile.

She wasn’t THAT mean though. Behind her he was doubled over the coffee table, squinting at contracts in the fires light. He hadn’t had a day off in months; when home from the office, he wasn’t home from work. A quick kiss at the door and a hug before bed was all she usually saw of him.

The little living room was the only place with heat and light so she sat down on the opposite end of the couch trying to disturb him as little as possible. She heard the pen stop scratching.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to make it to the office tomorrow.” He said turning to her, the warm fire reflecting in his eyes.