After a restless night with my two-week-old daughter, I woke up bright and early and ready or not, prepared for the workday. Groggily going through my morning routine, I scalded myself while showering, cut myself whilst shaving, and bit my tongue during breakfast. Wearing both the smile and bloodied toilet paper polka dots of a dutiful husband and new father, I whispered I love you to my still sleeping wife and baby, and then headed out the door.
On our driveway sat our 1990 4runner, body frosted and windows frozen over. Watching my breath freeze before me, I started up the vehicle and began scraping all the windows with an ice scraper I had plucked from the cab. Satisfied that I could see clearly through the windshield and with the cold seeping into my bones, I hopped in the vehicle and headed towards work.
