I’m absolutely convinced that nothing—nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable—absolutely nothing can get between us and God’s love because of the way that Jesus our Master has embraced us.
It snowed yesterday. And by snowed, I mean unceasing snow from before we woke up through the afternoon, and then more snow overnight. Enough snow that we stayed home from church. Enough snow that when I walked between two parking lots with my bike, I was actually wading knee-deep through snow, half carrying, half dragging Artemis. Enough snow that I slipped and slid through car tracks, carefully picking my way to Route 20.
It was not a fun ride.
Then when I got to work, a security person stopped me. She explained that the facility was having a “water emergency” and that only essential employees would work. I was to check in with my supervisor and then go home. Turns out we did get an email at 6:00 this morning explaining that the entire town of Shrewsbury was having a “widespread water disruption,” and instructing us not to come on. But who checks their work email right before going to work? I ask you. My manager appeared about five or ten minutes after I did; she checked with higher-up people and confirmed that we should all just go home. She also reassured us that we would get paid for the day as normal whether we work from home or not.
I did not bring work home.
I did, however, surreptitiously pee (without flushing) in one of the less-used bathrooms. My bladder was about to explode when I arrived at work, and seeing signs everywhere screaming WATER EMERGENCY DO NOT RUN WATER, DO NOT FLUSH TOILETS, ETC didn’t exactly make my day. After my sneaky pee, I felt much relieved and more ready to face the hour-long ride back on Route 20 home. So today I ended up doing a two-hour, 23-mile ride and no work.
Frankly, I am really OK with this.