Crystalline Precipitation in Tidewater!

So I'm sitting at work, minding my own business when I look up and what should I see? Freakin' SNOW! This was disturbing to me, but not why you probably think. I personally know I can drive in snow. I have limited experience with it, but I have done it before, in a 280zx of all cars. No, I'm confident in most weather... it's the Damned Virginians I worry about. Between them, and the sadists who designed the roads and traffic patterns, I fear for my life on nearly a daily basis on my commute.

For those who don't know, I drive from Elizabeth City, NC, forty-three miles to Chesapeake, VA four days a week. About half of this is in Virginia and half of that on roads with traffic. Part of those ten miles is on I-64 and it's there that my sphincter clenches the tightest. There are lane shifts, uneven lanes, closed exits, slow moving construction vehicles and, of course, Damned Virginians in their death machines.

Now I'm not sure who the evil genius was who designed the exit/entrance pattern for the interstate here in Virginia, but I'll bet they don't drive on it. In most places I've driven, the exit for Road A precedes it and ends at Road A with a traffic light or stop sign and you can turn left or right, or continue straight if you've taken the wrong exit. In Virginia, the exit splits and one goes to the right before Road A and one loops around after road A, which in theory is not a bad idea, since there would likely be less chance of a back up at the traffic signal at Road A. Unfortunately, the entrance to the interstate is directly after the exit onto Road A, meaning as you're trying to exit the off ramp, Jethro and Paw are trying to merge into you to get on the interstate going opposit the way you came. If this all sounds confusing, try driving it. My brain pulled a quad just trying to explain that.

Now add to all that, snow. Now maybe you can understand why I reacted to the snow with horror and foreboding, instead of mild amusement. Fortunately, as heavy as it seemed to be coming down, there was no accumulation. By the time ten o'clock finally rolled around there was little evidence in the parking lot that it had snowed at all. It was just cold, with a wind that ripped straight through my business casual khakis and chilled me to the core before I could walk the fifteen yards to my Malibu.

The drive home, however, was almost too quick. I'm listening to an audio book to make the commute more bearable. It's called "Dark Harbor" by Stuart Woods, and it's getting to the good part! I sat in the car for twenty minutes after I pulled up to the house, continuing to listen. I think I have just over one disc left and that should get me to work tomorrow. Hopefully I'll have some plans to look forward to tomorrow night to get me home.

Alright, I reckon I've bored you enough for today. Maybe something more exciting will happen tomorrow...