Today our neck of the woods had a 'winter storm' - funny, being from Michigan, that 4 inches of snow is equivalent to a storm.  I used to make fun of it.  But guess what?  Western OR does not budget for many snow plows and road maintenance during the rare snow days we get ... so now I get it.  

I especially get it after my 16 mile drive home from work took well over an hour, only to end up in a ditch on a blind corner right across from our driveway entrance.  It was a good place to get in an accident, if I had to choose.

I'm fine, and my boy saved the day, but I'm planning on hunkering down with Hazel through the weekend until some of this nonsense melts.

My car might not have made it quite as far, but I'm so happy to be here.