From the hotel: stupid ice storms
This won't get posted until after I get home.
Whenever that is.We woke up this morning to the beginnings of a freak ice storm. As we checked the weather, I began to panic. From what we were reading, this was going to be a monster of an ice storm—with the roads becoming impassable until around Thursday, or so people were guessing.
The thought of missing almost a full week of work—after the catastrophe that was last week—horrified me. Jeff, being the eminently sensible one in this marriage, kept saying, "I'm not going to try to drive in any of this. I'm going to stay at your parents' until the roads clear."
An explanation—we drove Jeff's truck out to Arkansas. It's a rear-wheel drive, like most trucks, and it doesn't have an all-wheel-drive option. It's worse than useless on ice-covered, hilly roads—it's a death trap. Given that my parents live in a very rural and hilly section of their county, they are usually some of the first people iced in, and some of the last to get out again.
It occurred to me that if I could get to Little Rock, and stay there, that I could probably catch a flight to Huntsville more quickly than Jeff would be able to get out of Tull.
I found a $400 flight that would get me to Huntsville tomorrow morning. It leaves here at seven a.m. I don't know if the flight will take off on time or not, but if the flight is canceled, I can get a refund and I'm out no money.