Tuesday, the cold weather caused a different problem. But it is best to say it in my preferred poetic form:
Cracked rail outside East
Falls Church this morning. Single
tracking. Late to work.
And, of course, I just missed my connection, so:
It is as cold at
Rosslyn station as it is
outside. Brr, brr, brr.
Was it any better going home? Well, I had an errand to run near Union Station. I got on the Yellow Line at Crystal City and then:
on train at Archives. Single
tracking, long delays.
So yesterday I had a meeting for which it made sense to drive in. (I can get to where it was by bus, but that eats up a lot of time and is only worth it if meeting is at beginning or end of the day, not in the middle.) Things were slow coming in, for no particular reason. Going home was the issue. It wasn't even snowing until I was halfway home, but it was still slow. And, once there was a bit of sticking snow, it was just a slippery, nasty crawl.
Note that we got a whopping 1.2 inches of snow and it messed things up badly enough that it took me twice as long as normal to drive home. We are expecting 24-30 inches in the storm that is going to clobber us this weekend.
I am not going more than about 200 feet from my bed.
Please, buy me a condo in Punta del Este, Uruguay?