It wasn’t a big freeze, so the thaw couldn’t be that big either. You don’t need a big freeze to cause big problems, though. So, as I assured my grandmother, I was staying put. I had no need to be anywhere until things got warm and dry. Everything dried up yesterday. We crossed back over above freezing today.
At lunch, the outside world was starting to look like this again:
There were four squirrels wrestling and playing and fighting in that tree. You can see a few of them in that shot if you look long enough.
I stuck around the office until just after 4 p.m. The roads were dry. The first intersection on my way to the interstate, a crossing of two four lane roads that had apparently looked like a war zone, was fine.
When I got to the interstate I found all of the local media setting up on the overpass. Tonight’s story: traffic.
From the entrance of the interstate, to the next interchange, which is about seven miles, I counted 43 abandoned cars.
The thing of that is that most of that seven mile stretch includes a high wall at the median. You have no way of knowing how many cars are sitting over there, waiting for their owners, people desperate enough to walk in snow and ice two days earlier.
What a week.
