So I'm on campus, ready to head back home. Home? You might ask. It's not even nine in the morning! Well, the snow's pouring from the sky, students slipping about on the walkways, people getting about on snowshoes, cars bumping into each other, the visibility is about nil, and there's just so much snow that no one's bothered to plow anything. (It felt like swimming in jello just to get to campus.) Oh, and yeah, school is closed. Now that's a first. Universities usually never close, even if there's a blizzard going on.
Urg. So in a minute or two, I'm heading back out. And it's going to suck getting blinded by cold cotton.
My poor dad in in NY. He had the same happen to him yesterday. He was ordered home due to the blizzard conditions. The post commander shut the post down.
