Tonight, I consider myself to be a survivor. What did I survive? I survived the drive to and from my step-son's home an hour's drive away without getting into a car accident.
Ordinarily, this wouldn't be much of a feat, but the drive tonight was not an easy one, to put it mildly. I will never understand why it is that when the wet stuff starts to fall from the sky, the people around here seem to lose all ability to operate a motor vehicle properly.
On the trip to Colin's home, we passed no less than a DOZEN car accidents. At one point there was accident upon accident upon accident, and as I drove past them, I watched another one occur in my rear-view mirror. Apparently, there was one accident, and when the rubber-necking started, people stopped paying attention to the road and started getting into accidents. This is exactly what I watched happen behind me.
On our drive back home, the traffic from those accidents was backed up as far as we could see before we eventually had to exit the interstate to make our way home. I guess I'm not only lucky that I wasn't in an accident, but also that I didn't get stuck in that traffic. We might have been there for quite a while.