My university shut down again today, this time due to ice.
There is indeed a lot of ice out there, so it makes sense.
I remember in my first year teaching at this university, when I was teaching six sections of comp and working nine or ten hours a day, I'd get to work at six a.m. Back then, this was before the university cancelled classes the night before. So I drove to work one morning over sheer fucking ice -- like two inches of ice on every road -- and got to work and sat shivering for about an hour, before a passing fellow instructor informed me that classes had been cancelled due to the ice.
So then I had to drive home again, still over ice, with two huge hills between me and the campus.
It was delightful.