DAY 8
DAY 8All morning I’ve been pacing. The windchill is still below zero, and more snow has fallen overnight. As long as we have power, I’ll be able to handle it, but I’m going stir-crazy.
The last time I stayed locked up inside like this was while I was quarantined. Now, it’s starting to get to me, and I know it’s affecting Ryan too. He wants to get back to work as much as I want to get home. Though I’m not complaining because I love spending time with him and having him all to myself. It’s the only saving grace to all of this.
If we would’ve been arguing the entire time, I would’ve shoveled myself out of here. Ryan’s been busy on his laptop all morning, so I don’t want to disturb him.
He looks up from his screen when I stand. When our eyes meet, a gush of excitement courses through
