Grrr. It's below freezing, it rained ALL last night, everything around us is closed - and on the campus information line, it's not been updated since midday yesterday, saying "We will make a decision and inform you."

It looks as though the really horrible weather will hit around 11 am, just as I am starting my class. As I live only a mile or so from campus, I cannot justify not coming in (even though many of my students probably won't be there - the commuters, I totally understand but I suspect some of the dorm students will look out the window, go "ugh!" and go back to bed).

The thing that gets me - we are a teaching school. It is not as if the cure for cancer will evade humanity, or the secret of lasting world peace will slip through our fingers, if we close down for a day. And all the predictions (and not just the doom-and-gloom types who get excited by bad weather) suggest it's going to be very bad later on today.

I'm going to get ready and go in (a little later than usual - I want to be SURE the sun is up so I can see any ice that may be on the roads.) It stormed all night long (I didn't sleep well the early part of the night for the thunder) and now it's below freezing so I anticipate a lot of ice. I've got the local news on in the vain hope that one of the muckety-mucks where I work will realize that the "little people" who tend to come in by 8 am need to know whether to report...

Oh, lovely. They're (the local-yokely news people) reminding us to keep ice scrapers handy. I think I'll take mine into my office with me in case my car doors freeze shut (I have a Ford and it's been known to happen...) I will at least have a tool to help me get in.

I do NOT want to spend a night on the floor of my office, eating crap out of the vendeteria. (I will probably show up for my class, teach, and then go straight back home instead of spending several hours working on research in my lab which is what I would do if the weather were good).

I am so wearing slacks today. Normally I dress up to teach but the possibility of having to cross an icy parking lot and even maybe walk home (if the worst happens and my car does freeze shut) means self-preservation trumps looking "cute."