God Bless the Washington State Patrol
Anyone who knows my brisk riding habits might question the preceding statement but, at least for today, I stand by it. Following on the heels of the Snowpacalypse of yesterday was the Icepacalypse of today. Because of the incredible chaos wrought by a mere bagatelle of a snow storm, the infinite wisdom of the WSP decreed that all non-essential travel should be curtailed. I took that to mean travel to my office should be foregone and enjoyed a State Sanctioned snow day. So besides blessing the WSP, I wish for God to bless socialism as well for looking after the public weal.
Once again, news came to me by word of mouth from neighbors and friends as I was re-shoveling the snow that had drifted back during the winds of the night. Tales were spun of three and four hour drives from the near neighborhoods of Ballard and Downtown Seattle, trips that would normally be short jaunts. The winning duration was a twelve hour bus ride from Seattle to the strip mall suburb with the unfortunate name of Federal Way. Twelve hours on a metro bus. Metro buses have no bathrooms Maybe that would explain my sighting yesterday of the gentleman micturating, not on The Dude's rug, but on the edge of the I-405 while traffic idled at a dead stop. The calm creation of yellow snow when all about him was stalled in suspended snowiness did sort of tie the whole scene together.
Now the icy night is calm, no new snow is falling and my genetic envelope is winging his way through the skies towards Seattle. In a few minutes I will engage my trusty four-wheel drive and venture out to retrieve him from the clutches of the TSA and the traveling hordes.
It was another day without the news media and I was pretty darn happy, but mostly that was because I got a chance to shovel snow and that always makes me giddy. So I don't know if that counts.
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