P365 Day 181: Snow, schmoe (we're home)

For days, Memphis meteorologists predicted Memphis was in the path of a huge storm that was supposed to drop anywhere from 1 to 4 inches of snow last night. Paul and I planned around it — I didn't sleep a wink last night, and we left for Charleston at 4:30 a.m. — but the snowstorm simply wasn't. (The weather folks did a fine job of backtracking and making "oops, here's why we were wrong" excuses this morning.)

You Northerners will appreciate this: Mom and Dad say the final tally was about a half-inch of accumulation, tops — and that was enough for the county school system to shut down. Mom sent me a text message at 5 a.m. saying she was doing the "no school happy dance."

We drove through a little bit of snow in Memphis and northern Mississippi, but we were ahead of the storm within two hours and it was smooth sailing all the way back to Chas. Well, I assume it was smooth sailing. I took some Dramamine and slept for about three hours, so I'm not sure what happened in that time period. If I had to guess, Paul drove really, really fast.

Here's an unpaid endorsement for the best gas stations/truck stops anywhere: Pilot Travel Centers. We've gotten to the point where we only stop at Pilots if we can help it. The restrooms are clean, the stores are expansive and all the staff members are super-friendly. Yay, Pilot!


I took this pic when we stopped for a gas/snack break at a Pilot in Middle-of-Nowhere, Georgia. I think the entire town was congregated there. And this town must really roll up the sidewalks at night; even their Wal-Mart closes at midnight. I have never seen a Wal-Mart Supercenter that's not open 24 hours. Weird!


I'm glad to be home with my girls. The pet sitter left us a "report card" for each day we were gone. They all went something like this: "I came over and gave Fred lots of pets. She loves the brush! Joe hid. I put half a can of wet food on plates for each of the girls and Fred ate them both. I also cleaned up the spit-up food and scooped the litterboxes."

At least I know they're behaving normally: Joe is loathing anyone new who walks through the door, while Fred capitalizes on the attention and eats all the food. (But keep in mind what the vet said: Fred isn't fat; she just has a big head.)

I'm super-tired, and that's making for an even more boring post than usual. I'm going to try to catch a few zzz's before dinner. Nice to be back in my own bed.