Drove 55 miles home. Not even a record, I think I made it in four hours not including the stops I made. (Had to get milk, bread, and eggs to make French Toast, the official breakfast of the Snowpocalypse) (Actually I got milk, 7 up, and liverwurst, because it was on sale.)

The most of the drivers were actually not bad, it wasn’t until I started getting close to home that they really started to suck, but that’s surface streets.

Somehow I managed to survive. Hope you do as well. We’re battened down for the duration.