We got the ice storm. The roads were clear when I went to class. I tried to park as close to the building as possible, and classes were let out at 3:30pm. That was still way to long. By the time they let us out, the sidewalks and streets were iced over. Even though I parked less than fifty feet from the school, it looked like I was a thousand miles from my car when I had to risk it across the glare of ice. Students were falling all around me. I fell. Twice. When I got to my car, a male student scraped the ice off the windows and mirror for me. By now my left wrist was throbbing, and my pinky and ring finger were numb.

Driving home, the road throughout the University was iced, and I slipped and slid all the way. I hit the curb while waiting for my turn in line at the stop sign. I drove 25mph on the freeway home. I hit three street signs. I ran over someone’s coat out on the road. I couldn’t pull the hill and had to call Dennis to come and get me. He’d gone and gotten the kids before I even left for school. My numbness has turned into tingles. I should go to the doctor tomorrow and get x-rays; I may have a hurt wrist.

Right now, the ground, roads and the sky are a deep periwinkle blue, and all is silent. Nothing is moving except the wind. I hope we don’t lose power.

Ok, I’m going to go relax with my lunch, that I didn’t get to eat, watch The Simpsons, take a pain pill for my wrist, and fantasize about Wil Wheaton eating cheese burgers or whatever it is that I do for fun in my head.