Huh. Maybe I do have someone keeping an eye on my wheels.

So I was supposed to drive home at about half-eight this morning, in order to make it to UNCA in time for my meeting at the Housing Office. My parents checked the TDoT website and other suchness and noted that there was a lot of ice on the roads. The University of Tennessee and a few other places were opening two hours late, to wait until the ice melted. I grumbled, but was eventually convinced to call up and reschedule for a later time. Personally I thought I could make it, but I didn't really want to go out in the cold that early anyway.

About an hour later my mom got a call from one of my brother's babysitters caretakers. He'd been driving downtown, spun on the ice, and nearly went off a bridge before the curb stopped him. Guy's fine, of course, but...yeah. Still.

*goes back to watching Chuck Norris* Have faith, little multicultural children and spunky DA buried underground in a school bus. Ranger Walker will save you!