Here in Chicagoland, I just survived a run in The Deathstorm -- couldn't screw up my marathon training plan, and the gym closed early on me. The irony? I'm in the suburbs, and the park I often run through had sidewalks plowed, while the surrounding roads were crap.

The commute home today was treacherous, but it was glorious knowing that I don't have to work tomorrow. I'm a teacher, and the superintendent called off Wednesday school at 12:30PM today. It seems justified so far. I ran through some drifts up to my waist, and I'm certainly not driving 30 miles in that any time soon.