How evil is it that tomorrow, the busiest travel day of the year, it’s supposed to snow? I mean, true, it’s only supposed to snow in the morning (ending in the early afternoon). But still. That’s just evil. The area shuts down at the mere mention of snow. I shudder to think of the traffic. I’m already planning on taking the Metro to work (mostly to avoid the afternoon traffic). Now, you’d think this wouldn’t bother me too much; after all, I’m not going anywhere tomorrow. Thanksgiving day I’ll go up to Baltimore to spend time with family, but traffic won’t be too terrible. But no, I’m a nice person, and I’m taking someone to the airport. Tomorrow night. I’m voluntarily leaving my house tomorrow night to travel, God help me, the Beltway to get to Dulles. I’m planning on bringing provisions. And the networks ganged up on me by scheduling The Amazing Race, The West Wing, and the Paul McCartney special all at the same time. Evil.
Current song in my head:
“Knowing Me, Knowing You” by ABBA