As I was making my slow, anxious way thorugh the blizzard, creeping along through the whiteness on my way home, I saw a sign. It was a big sign by the side of the freeway advertising the Cremation Society of Minnesota…and then moments after that, my car nearly ate a big red van in front of me that was ambling along with its lights off. I decided then that this was probably not the best time to be one of the idiots on the road. So I have stashed myself in the very first hotel I could find.

I won’t be making it to class in the morning. My human physiology students can snooze away the morning while I, I hope, will be getting home eventually under somewhat safer conditions.

I think I’m going to rest a bit, until my hands stop shaking.