Yesterday at work, one of my coworkers told me that if I needed a lift, he'd be happy to pick my up in his 4X4. Then I get a call later from a friend who lives about five miles from where I work, offering me a place to crash.
Folks, I can take a hint. I pack up my change of clothes and stuff in preperation for today.
I don't remember the weather ever being this bad. My bald spot was starting to sting. The Angry Red Dragon, my faithful car, crept through the store very slowly but surely. As long as I let the Dragon tell me what to do, I know I'll be fine.
The roads were practically deserted. One truck passed me, but that was it. There were places where I could barely see the hood of my car.
I eventually get to my friend's house. I can't get up the hill to his house, so I park on the side of the road and hoof it.
I get there, lightning flashing in the sky. I have never seen lightning and snow before. This is so not good.
So I'm fine. I have no idea when the storm will end. I may call off even though I'm not far from work. This is not worth my life. An extreme snow storm was what took out my previous car eight years ago. It's not like I should go for perfect attendance, I have technically gotten it the last three years but they've always found some reason to deny it. I ain't risking this.
So, I'll read everybody and respond fully later. Right now, I just want to get under the covers and warm up.