I was in Las Vegas Friday morning to give a presentation to our operations group when there was a stir because flights were being cancelled to Atlanta. The word was any flight arriving after 8 pm was cancelled. I was scheduled to land at 10:55 pm connecting through Dallas. I pictured myself sleeping in the Dallas airport over the weekend.

I went ahead and gave the presentation then headed for the airport. While many flights were cancelled, Delta and our travel department told me that it did not appear my flight was cancelled. Sure enough, I landed in Atlanta about 11 pm.

My car was covered with a sheet of ice. I had to warm it up for 15 minutes before I could scrape it off. The radio said several sections of 285, 75, and 20 were already closed. I drove slowly on 285, I-20 east, and then north on Scenic Highway to Snellville. The farther east I got, the less icy the roads were. It took me an hour and half to get home.

On Saturday the girls had a great time throwing snowballs, eating icicles, and sledding. Photos: Claire, Kelly, and Clyde with the Icy Jeep. Kelly, Claire, and some neighbor friends sliding down the BIG HILL. They went so fast, they shot all the way across the cul-de-sac to the Pink’s driveway.