Wheee! Cashing in more neighborly chips, getting a ride from Brian, who has worse car woes than me (fender bender totalled his car but he has a loaner. Oy, that boy and his luck.)

I got the key!

I'm looking at the traffic cameras right now, but it's dark! I can't really tell anything. It's still rain here, but the winter weather warning dealio says the snow level will drop to my elevation by 8. And on the radar, I see a big swath of snow which is not yet to my destination, but will clearly cross my whole route. I don't know!

Ok, I'm off. Since it's a two hour commute, the snow is supposed to have started by the time I get there so if it looks dodgy I can just turn around. But I suspect I'll be off tomorrow, so I'm going to try to get today in if I can.

This is Luddite-ridiculous, because all of the information is in the database (it better be, or I've screwed up), but I love that I can reach into my drawer and pull out the notebook with the meeting notes from last June nearly instantly. Because I remembered what style of notebook I had at the meeting, not because I remembered the date.

I am at work! In an office! This is pretty cool. And I can apparently write about anything I want for now, including opinion pieces. Anything anyone wants me to sound off about?

Cool, Amy! Art? Literature? Why people won't use their turn signals in the rain?

I made it in. Getting home may be another question entirely, but so far so good.

I just did a piece on the anniversary of Whitney Houston's death, and her mom's interview with Oprah and her new memoir. I think I'm going to do Five Movies You Should See Before the Oscars next.

Exciting, Amy!

Cool!

Woo hoo, Amy!

Story about Bullet Catcher the horse that got loose at Laurel and went running down Route 1. (He's going to be racing on Thursday.)