In the last two days I have dealt with being icicled in. I had to break them with the screen door in order to get outside, so that I could spend over an hour shoveling for the second day in a row. But do I care at this point? No! Why? Because as I type this my son is on the train on his way to the airport in Frankfurt, Germany. At last check his flight from there to Detroit is suppose to be on time. Will be checking status updates throughout the day tomorrow, until it's time to pick him up at the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport.
What to do while waiting. Wait for the kringle for his party to be delivered, oh yeah and take a midterm for Intercultural Communications.