A good call made

There are advantages to living fairly close to the ancestral home. (Westville, the Home Soil, is 180 miles from my door in Villa Park.) I'll get to that in a minute, but now I'll discuss my arrival here Downstate.

My original plan was to leave Chicago at around noon today (Tuesday). This would allow for either a quick dash into work or some putz-around time at home. Then the weather-guessers said we had a winter storm of ice and snow coming in, due to hit Chicago starting mid-day Tuesday. This was Sunday's forecast. Okay, I thought, move up departure time to early AM Tuesday, fight a bit of rush hour traffic (which would be mostly counter-cyclical for me) and miss the snow.

Then, during the day Monday, the weather-guessers came back with a call of snow "after midnight" Monday, with sleet / freezing rain downstate Tuesday AM. That meant a screwed-up traffic mess in Chicago and dangerous downstate roads. So I left after work Monday, and got down here around 8:30. Good thing, since it appears that the weather-guessers were dead on.

Thus, it's good to be close to "home." To read of somebody less fortunate, check out writer Cherie Priest's tale of woe.