Screw that, a very bad week because of winter blasts constantly below -20 C and oftentimes with the windchill reaching -30 C. The snow that falls gets packed to the roads thanks to the snowmelt stuff they use to try and keep it clear. The snowmelt cakes to the cars and gets everywhere - on pants, coats, shoes. Worst of all is that when it is constantly that cold, the snowmelt mixture can't keep up and the roads get black ice on them as the blowing snow polishes the packed down and melted snow and slush to a perfect sheen.
I drive carefully in these conditions, erring on the slow side of cautious when going down hills because you never know when the bottom of the slope will be black ice. After a hard mushy brained week where I was distracted constantly by a lot of shit, I was looking forward to driving carefully to a millionaires neighbourhood, doing my house check and then going home to settle in to stay warm for two days until I go back to work and it's supposed to be a little warmer. Mr. Max and I set out for the slow inexorable drive to the big house and then home through a clear but bitterly cold day.( I never got out of sight of work before the big fuck with me hammer fell. )
Needless to say, I ache and I'm not sure how I'm going to face getting back in the car tomorrow. It's supposed to be a little warmer and the city should have had time to go out and sand and grade the roads but I'm going to have to take an Ativan to turn the key and I hate that. I don't like having to be drugged to do anything, much less drive on hazardous roads. Monday, I will have to take a different and notoriously accident prone road to work and I'm not happy about that at all because everyone else will be in the same boat as I. The street I usually take and am comfortable with is closed for three weeks for utility work, so I'm stuck with the deadly route.
I hate winter.