Exicitng day yesterday - we got slammed with that particular kind of wet, sticky snow that brings down power lines and is awful to drive in. I was at work, of course, and realizing the bus would likely never show up, I offered to stay and help close if the manager on duty, the only other person there, would give me a ride home. Three and a half inches fell in about 2 hours, and it was blowing blizzard-style.

The manager said a long, complicated, fervent prayer while we waited for her car to warm up, I don't believe in that, of course, but I *do* believe in the magic feather effect, so if she thought asking god to send angels to keep us from skidding off the road would help her, I was perfectly happy to bow my head and sit quietly. It was a predictably godawful drive - took almost 4o minutes to go a few miles and I began to feel bad having asked her to go out of her way, so I had her let me off near my house so she could go on home, and I walked the rest of the way.

You know those jokes about walking uphill in the snow? Not so funny when you have to do it, and walking into the wind, of course, so I looked like I'd done a face plant into frosting by the time I got home. In that short stretch I saw two cars skid into each other (mild bumps, no one hurt) and I almost got hit crossing the street when an ambulance started to slide back down the hill! Lost power a few times when I got home, too.

And now I'm at my parents house as mom is going into surgery for what should be the last time tomorrow, and I'm tasked with making sure my brother doesn't burn down the house, keeping her retarddog from peeing everywhere, cooking dinner, etc. Fun times.

Also I'm having a bit of personal meltdown so I might be out of touch for a few days, just fyi in case anyone cares.