Sometimes I wonder what it would take to make me break rules. Today, I found out. Five inches of snow and counting. After a truly terrifying drive home (cough cough... before I was supposed to leave work cough cough), my guilty conscience is mostly appeased by the safe arrival home. Multiple close calls, a couple of jerk truck drivers (if you pass me, get all the way in the other lane, please. Two halves of a lane does not equal one whole lane), and half-a-dozen near sliding off the road situations, and I only feel a little bit guilty.
But now, I'm going to do my grading. That's the same work I would be doing at work. But with tea and sweatpants.
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