Last night I decided to take my son dinner and some coffee while he was at work. I put together this wonderful salad, grabbed a package he got in the mail and headed to Starbucks. The roads were not too bad, but when I left there and started toward Rock Island, it seemed there was more ice on the road than ever. I saw cars sliding and an accident where there were four police cars.
I finally gave up and headed home. I reminded myself to breathe and stop my death grip on the steering wheel. I felt bad telling my son I wouldn't make it. The salad was really good though.