So here’s how my day went.
There are floods in New Jersey. (Normally I link to news stories and such, but what? You aren’t going to believe me?) I woke up to a radio report saying the (acting) governor had declared a state of emergency.
Now, I live in New York and work in New Jersey, just over the state line. Literally. Just. You see the “Welcome to New Jersey” sign and take the next right. Eight miles of my 9.5 mile commute is in New York. And most of the flooding was further south, so I didn’t know what the story was.
Called the corporate hotline for office closures. We’re open. Then I go onto the web and see traffic reports and status for the major roads I take. All clear. So then I phone the office, calling the person I know normally gets in very early, and ask her specifically how the back roads immediately surrounding the office are. She says they’re fine.
So I drive to work. Highway is clear. Get 9 of my 9.5 miles under my belt. Go to make the left that will take me to just a smidge north of the office. Road closed. So I go to make the left that will get me a smidge south of the office. Closed. Next road south, open but floody and then I can’t make the turn. Two or three more turns like that. I call the office. They say to get back on the highway, go another exit south, and come back up again.
I say “You know what? Governor declared a state of emergency. By law you should close. Call corporate and tell them. I’m working from home. Buh-bye.”
Drive back home. Arthur is just getting up and says “Mom, it’s 9:30, what are you still doing here?” I explain. He says “There’s something mythic about flooding.”
Yup. Mythic. Whatever.
