Today I'm waiting on the husband. He's stuck in the as-yet-unnamed snowstorm in the Metro DC area, moving 600 ft in two hours. He's a smart boy, hit the store before he left work so that rotisserie chicken and gallon of milk didn't go to waste as he sits there and sorts through the glove box. Again.
I'm checking up on him hourly but it just occurred to me that if I had hours alone in a car (without moving), I'd probably be knee-deep in notes or started a new short story.
What would you do for three hours in a non-moving car (aside from the obvious, oh come on you know you were thinking it)? Heat/food are taken care of and a bottle of wine (or beverage of choice) is waiting at home. Write? Sleep? Chat on the phone? Give yourself a modified jailhouse tattoo?
I've named the storm: Edgar Allan Snow.