It happened again early this week. Monday the roads were undriveable; Tuesday was not much better. Tuesday morning I walked to the medical clinic next door to my apartment complex. The main driveway of my complex, which slopes downward into the parking lot, was like a graveyard littered with the corpses of cars that had tried to escape the parking lot and failed in the attempt.
I ran into Rabbi M. - the brother of my pal Rabbi S. - who had lost his footing and found himself suddenly closer to sea level than he was expecting. (He needed eight stitches.) Having learned the lessons of two years ago, I was wearing snow cleats on my shoes and could move about on foot without difficulty.
Today was better, but still a good day to stay home. (I'm an introvert, so for me, pretty much any day is a good day to stay home.)