Four fucking hours!

That's how long it took me to drive home tonight due to the storm. I'm no fan of my regular commute, but four hours of crawling, bumper-to-bumper, stop-no-go, traffic is a whole different beast. In four hours I could have driven 1/3 of the way to New York, or watched seven Chevy Chase movies, or read two good sized novels or written 1/2 of a good sized novel (okay,maybe just a few chapters), or seen five rock bands, or any number of things.

Instead I spent four hours travelling a little over twenty miles. Unbelievable.