It's snowing here. Mom and Dad went out on a grocery run in the morning, and got things like bread and milk, and also lots of cookies, which none of us really need.
I finished up an editing job.
I talked to Riah a little and WhiteSheepCBD a little.
Mom was scheduled to work 2-10, and wasn't thrilled at the idea of driving to the university, or driving home at night. She went in at 2:00, and learned at 3:00 that the university was closing at 3:30. At least the library director knows she made the effort. She was happy that at least she wouldn't be driving in the dark to get home.
A couple of hours later: Mom got home safe. She was happy about that. I was, too.
Jules and I talked a bit. First I was talking about the weather, and then it was shop talk. Most of my online correspondents are writers in one way or another, and it often turns to shop talk. I am not a writer, but I am used to the production end of things.
Later: I read fic.