White knuckles and I'm still shaking...
Harrowing drive in today. In fact, I probably should have called off, because I think I have some sort of intestinal bug at the moment. And I slept for crap. Went to sleep at about 2, woke up at 4, 5, 5:30, 6 (didn't get back to sleep until 7), 7:30, 8, 9 and finally at 10. For the last hour or two, I had bad gas cramps. Woke up to the runs. I wanted to give myself an hour or so to get to work, and it was awful, the entire way. The last couple of miles, the snow in the middle of the lanes was so high it was rubbing the undercarriage of my car.
I hate Columbus's idea of snow removal. They say their priority is all high-speed, high-volume roads, yet Hamilton and Refugee barely seemed to have been touched. So you have to practically stop to make turns so you don't skid all over the place. Oh, so much fun! And Trabue, which had had at least three accidents this morning had not been touched with a plow...hence the snow rubbing my undercarriage.
I hate Columbus's idea of snow removal. They say their priority is all high-speed, high-volume roads, yet Hamilton and Refugee barely seemed to have been touched. So you have to practically stop to make turns so you don't skid all over the place. Oh, so much fun! And Trabue, which had had at least three accidents this morning had not been touched with a plow...hence the snow rubbing my undercarriage.