Home again

I am not going to write much tonight, tired and not in the frame of mind to be inspired. I just got home an hour ago from Grand Portage. The work went smoothly and I left by noon. The sky was gray but the roads were good. After about an hour, snow started falling. Literally, within about ten miles, it became so heavy that the road was in poor condition and the drivers heading north were weaving all over the road. I was driving about 25 miles an hour for fifty miles or so, and then, by the time I reached Duluth, the sun was shining and the roads were dry. Weird. I have heard of the influence of Lake Superior doing that to the weather, though I haven't ever actually driven in it. As cold as it has been, Lake Superior was all open water. Other than the monstrous icicles covering the overhanging trees and the rocky bluffs, there was no ice at all, not even on the North Shore.

This was a short road trip, simple work and not a challenge in any way. Some days, that is okay. In any case, it is nice to be home. I'm going to go see my wife. Later.