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[alonewiththemoon]

It just took me two hours to get home from BU.  I left there at 6:30 and, fully intending to go to dance class tonight, stopped by Filene's Basement for about 20 minutes to pick up another shirt to add to my layers (all I had on was a rayon sweater and a half-halter top) (well, and pants, too), then went to wait... and wait... and wait for the Red Line which was "experiencing significant delays."  I arrived in Harvard Square 20 minutes after the bus I needed to catch had left, and at that point decided to keep heading for home.  It took the bus about 45 minutes to do what is usually a 20 minute drive.

And then I stepped out into the blizzard.  Did I mention the part about my not having a hat or earmuffs, or since I didn't make it to dance class I hadn't actually added that other layer of clothing?  Walking into the wind on Mass Ave I had to close my eyes and trust that I was capable of walking in a straight line down the sidewalk while being buffeted by the wind and icy snow.  I am lucky I still have eyebrows, my face felt so scoured.

I am made anxious by the fact that M and his car are not here.  I really wish he were not out driving in this :-(

Comments

[lepidosiren.livejournal.com]

I drove 29 miles home from work in the thick of the blizzard. I'm happy to say people were driving very well -- as in, slowly and terrified. I assume M is just moving very slowly, wherever he is.

[canongrrl.livejournal.com]

ditto that. let us know when he is home

[silas7.livejournal.com]

That blizzard reminded me of my harrowing trip back from New Hampshire in January. It was a bear to be stuck in. I'm glad you're home OK, and hope that M is too.

[sittingstill.livejournal.com]

I think I got home about the same time you did. The display on the 77 bus, when I finally got one in Porter Square, was broken, and would only display the message "Welcome to Boston." Uh, yeah. The wind was so fierce that if it caught you the wrong way it sucked the air out of your lungs. The walk up the hill from the Heights was something else entirely--clambering through the snow, trying to breathe, having my skin frozen and sanded off by ice pellets, the wind roaring all around--it was so bad it was funny!