And there shall rest my body, frozen and uneducated

This was my morning:

It looks beautiful when you look out the windows, in Queens at least.

Then you step outside and realize that it looks that way because no plows or salt trucks passed the night before, even though the bus portion of your commute home at 10:40 took an additional 20 (so, 45 minutes total) because Jamaica Avenue could have filled in for Nassau Coliseum's ice rink and you said to yourself "damn; well, they'll doubtless do something about that in the morning" but they HAVEN'T and your ass is standing outside with a bus load of other people for 45 minutes as your hopes for getting to school early and eating a lovely fruit salad and toast while sipping a dark roast begin to play over and over in your mind as if, even as you begin to enter the first stage of hypothermia, it can't help but mercilessly mock you (because IT, unlike you, is being maintained at a positively tropical 98.7 degrees Fahrenheit) and as you laugh at the people who decided to drive and instead are skidding skidding skidding their way to Point B you hear from a similarly frostbitten person that all the buses are stuck on Merrick Boulevard (which, it seems, can now double as the ice rink at Rockerfeller Plaza) and they're delayed by one or two hours you resign yourself to not getting to school early, to not eating fruit salad or sipping coffee, hells, to not even get to school on-time (goodbye Nutrition - this time I even *tried* and Nature itself decided to thwart me) so you go back to your home, slowly, futilely looking back over your shoulder like some modern-day Orpheus hoping beyond hope that Eurydice might be there (but she's not - fuck!) and you stand in your doorway looking waiting praying defrosting.

New York City Transit - not going a goddamned place [their motto is "Going Your Way"; I suppose that's a New Yorker joke]. At least not in Queens. I finally ended up getting a drop to the subway from a family friend. Got to Manhattan by 12:2011:20 [eta - something's wrong with me; I'm an hour off today]. The streets were clear. Goddamned city sucking up all the trucks. Nutrition started at 10:10. Didn't bother to go in. I hope I didn't miss much.

The whole extremely long bus ride to the subway causing me in rising an hour earlier each day isn't happening right now. Granny's nice company, but the convenience of the home commute cannot be denied.