Frozen in place

I'm here at the apartment and trying to decide whether to screw my courage to the sticking place and try to get home. School was closed yesterday because of a blizzard. We got about a foot of snow here, and right now, even if the skies are blue, the temps are below zero. I have not even tried to leave the apartment. I can't see my car from the apartment, so I have no idea whether it's covered with snow, but I imagine it is.

The local news has reported lots of slide-offs on Highway 131, so I may wait until the warmest (hah!) part of the afternoon before trying to leave. Obviously, I am worried. My husband will be teaching today, so he would not be able to rush to my rescue. But there is always AAA....

He snow-blowed for hours yesterday, poor baby. He even helped the new couple next door (Ken and Betsy, but we call them Ken and Barbie) since all they had was a shovel. I'll bet they go buy a snow blower today. More snow is in the forecast for this weekend. I hate winter. Ellie's husband Liberto had posted on Facebook that it was 70 degrees and sunny in Savannah, and I teased that he was just trying to make me jealous. He replied that I could remind him in August of the weather.

I watched a car trying to get out of the apartment parking lot yesterday morning. The guy was trying to use his relatively small car as a snow plow. Back and forth, back and forth. I don't know if he ever got out or if he just gave up and reparked his car. The plow truck came through not long after, so he would not have had to wait long.

My internet has been off and on this week. I wonder if the modem is going bad. It feels really warm sometimes.

Clearly, I am distracted and my writing shows it. The older I get, the more I hate making decisions, probably because I know the opportunity to recover or make amends for bad decisions is less flexible than when I was younger. On one hand, I care less what others think of me than I used to. On the other, it bothers me more if I cause others pain. Anyway, I'm trying to decide whether to stay here another day and drive home on Friday, only to have to drive back on Sunday. No. I've decided. I'm going to drive home today. Later. Noonish or so. I think. Unless I change my mind.