There's no place like home

The best laid plans . . .
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My sister came to pick up my desk and chair for her grandson, but the desk would not fit in her car, so we put it in my little Honda Fit and headed back to Decatur.

I had been worried about her getting home, but the roads and weather were perfect.  Not a flake of snow, or drop of water marred the drive.

It was an uneventful trip, ending in dinner and conversation and eventually in us unloading everything at her house before I set off for home.

I was returning to my home when I noticed the roads looked like they had been dusted in flour, but traffic was moving right along.

Then, at the first stoplight in Bloomington, I hit my brakes and began a long frightening skid.  I barely stopped in time, so I was a little more cautious after that.

But the weather wasn't through with me yet.  The windshield was spotted with miniscule drops of moisture that slowly became freezing rain and the really fun part of my journey home began.

It took me twenty five minutes to slide across Bloomington, into Normal and finally home.  It was a sheet of ice!

There is no place like home -- on a cold wintery night.