For two days, I’ve been snowed in.

Okay, I’m exaggerating a little. It’s not like there’s so much snow my doors and windows are covered and I’m unable to get out of the house. And it’s not like the roads are completely undrivable; I could probably get into the car and drive to work if I wanted to. That being said, there’s a lot of snow in my part of the world.

First, it was snowing for an entire day, then it started raining so some of the snow melted. But then the temperature dropped, freezing everything, and making everything super slippery, and then more snow came. There have been lots of car accidents these last couple days. Buses and trains have been canceled. People are urged to stay off the roads unless absolutely necessary.

So. Snowed in. (Sorta.) In a house in the country. With a handsome guy. (Hubby). And only one bed. (no wait! we have the guest bed.) But we’ve all read the books, right? Two people are snowed in and things…happen.

So I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to being snowed in with my man. Light a fire, curl up on the couch together, underneath a blanket. No clothes. Fade to black.

But it was the middle of the week. Workdays. And even though my boss was very understanding of my predicament, she said “I hope you brought your laptop so you can work from home.” And then hubby’s phone started ringing and he was urgently needed to put out the equivalent of a five-alarm fire in the world of IT and tech. And then the doorbell rang, announcing two contractors who were here to work on our bathroom (because building a bathroom for me is of course necessary so they risked venturing out on the roads).

Between demanding bosses and ringing phones and contractors and building noises there was absolutely no time for cuddling naked on the couch and fade to black. And now that the work computers are switched off and the contractors have left, I’m spending my time writing this blog post, when I could be better occupied doing more…interesting…stuff.

But it’s getting late. I had a long, busy day. And it’s a little too chilly in the house to get naked. And then there’s the—

Nell! Stop it! Are you a romance author or not?

Eh…yes?

Then take off your clothes and go seduce your man.

But—

No buts. Snowed in. Dress. Off. Now.

*sigh*

Fade to black.