You know, there's nothing quite like watching an 18-wheeler roll sideways down an overpass embankment to jazz up your morning.
Kind of makes coffee look like mama's milk.
Despite a) Being in North Texas, and b)Global Warming, things have been bloody cold and slick around here for the past weekend or so. Had a good, stiff cold evening before the freezing rain hit -- which kind of guaranteed the maximum Slippery Quotient Possible.
There should be huge signs about twenty miles out in all directions that say:
We're Doing Our Best, But Who The Hell Expects Ice In Texas, For God's Sake?
--signed, Texas Dept. of Transportation, Highway Division.
Wrecks everywhere. One of our rookie deputies wrinkled his Durango a bit. That'll be good for about six months of hell.
The truck driver who tumbled his rig down the slope swears up-and-down that he's driven the last twelve winters in Colorado with no problems. Heh. That's Texas for you.
It's warming up a bit, but we're looking at a bit of a chance for some snow long about Thursday or Friday. Joy.
Your Humble Correspondent spent last weekend firmly ensconced in his nice warm house, with a series of hot toddies close by, some good old paperbacks and a shelf full of DVD's. I've got no problem doing it next weekend, too.