Another exciting commute into Ann Arbor this morning.  Recognizing that two inches of snow would significantly slow the early morning trip, I set out at 6:30 a.m.  I needed to be at work when the library opened at 9:00, and you’d think that there was plenty of time.  Not so.  The combination of snow and the morning rush hour turned both the side streets and US 23 to stop and go the entire way.  Never driving above 30 miles an hour made the normally one hour trip turn into over 90 minutes.  It was touch and go whether I’d make the 8:12 bus, the one that gets me downtown by 8:45. 

I made the bus, barely, but only because it was running late.  And the further we got along the route the later we became.  Arriving in downtown Ann Arbor at 8:55 I got off one stop earlier than normal so I could sprint through slush filled streets to make it to work by 8:59.  One small goal for the day accomplished, arriving at work and to public desk as we were opening.

Tomorrow after class I fly to Tuscon.  I don’t think there is snow there, and I am glad.  I am staying with a friend and attending a three day water color “pouring” class.  It’s irresponsible to be leaving town during the semester, but I remember how short life is, so I’m cutting loose and going to enjoy a warm weekend.  I’ll be back Sunday. 

By then I hope all this snow has melted.  I know, foolish hope, but I can dream, can’t I?