The weather I drove home in on Tuesday night was atrocious. A swirl of sleet and rain and snow pummeled my car as I drove about twenty miles an hour all the way from Arlington, MA (or wherever it is that Alewife is) to Merrimack, NH. It took me two and a half hours and there wasn’t a minute that went by where I wasn’t fearing a spin-out, or slipping into a ditch, or even worse.
For much of the ride, I was lucky if I could see two feet in front of my car. The pavement was already buried beneath layers of snow and ice, so there was no way I was seeing where the lanes began and ended. So, in the end, I had to rely on the taillights of the car in front of me. And when they disappeared into the swirl of snow, I was totally lost.
My wiper blades stopped being useful by the halfway point of the trip. They were so iced up and cruddy that I just turned them off and let the wind act as a natural wiper, taking away everything before it had a chance to build up on my windshield.
The whole thing was maddening. I didn’t get home until around 9:30, at which point we finally had dinner. My stomach had been growling most of the way, so the fact that Stef had it ready the second I got home was a nice surprise.
I’m glad I have Wednesday off to recuperate. I just hope I don’t slip so easily into the melancholy I’ve been feeling coming on, now that I’m done with the major draft of my thesis. I’m going to have to write out a to-do list and stick to it. Or else I’m just going to have to allow myself to relax for once. We’ll see.