After last week’s snowstorm, things were pretty grim around here.
We lost power for several hours one night.
It snowed eighteen inches over three days and the ice was thick in many different areas. Driving the interstate was a nightmare, but I had to go to work in Evansville. My office is located downtown in Evansville, IN. In the morning, it takes about thirty five or fourty minutes to get to the parking garage. Sometimes I spend another thirty minutes waiting to get into the garage. The office only has one parking garage and one attendant. Nothing is automated, so the process can slow cars down very easily and quickly. I had to go to the office on Wednesday morning to retrieve some reports and files. I took my car, because the bus lines were shut down. I passed three or four accidents on my way to Evansville. I thought about going back to the house after passing one huge wreck, but I needed to get work done if I was stranded at home. I was gathering all of my supplies into the car when my wife called me on the phone. She sounded really scared and worried. I thought the kids were hurt or injured, but the furnace wasn’t lighting. The furnace wasn’t heating and she tried to light the pilot, but nothing helped. She was worried that we might need a professional furnace repair service from Evansville, but I encouraged her to wait until I got home. I thought I could fix the issue without spending the extra money.