Our snow stopped. Pout.
The boss just called, he said the roads are awful and the hills are problematic. We'll try to get in tomorrow, but I'm not going to hurt myself. If I make it, I make it.
The Screaming Yellow Zonker has front wheel drive, so I should be okay if I take the route with no hills.
Oh, so it's your fault I'm stuck in Chicago!
Darn weather Gods!