Washington DC was shut down today due to the expected winter storm, but I had to go anyway. Lucky me. I figured I'd make it down before the storm and then wait it out, and that's kind of how it worked, although when I hit the highway at 0430 and I was the only one on it--literally the only one on it--I was starting to question my judgement. The highway should have been starting to get crowded by this time with other commuters. Do they know something that I don't?
Got down, and watched 6-8" of snow fall, with the expected chaos in a city filled with people who can't handle snow. And then this evening, I started the drive home, knowing that we had about a foot of the stuff here waiting for me.
Surprisingly, the drive home went well. My speeds were slower on average, but I wasn't held back by the usual idiots who bollix up the roads every night because they were all at home, leaving the roads to me and a handful of snowplows and semi-trucks. I made it home about fifteen minutes later than on a normal night, and that included stops for gas (because I always stay over half-full in these conditions) and a slice of pizza. I also took an alternate route that I figured would be better plowed and less-traveled by the pokies. (It was.) Frankly, I wasn't looking forward to coming back and dealing with my long, steep, un-shoveled driveway, but when I got up here, I had to do a double-take when I got to the base of it: someone had come before me and plowed the whole damned thing, including my parking spot and the path to my door!
No clues as to who my benefactor was, but I have a suspicion or two. In any event, it was well received and greatly appreciated after this long, long day.