It can always get worse

It can always get worse
The other day when I lamented about our post-Ike drive hassles in
Houston, I could have know of would actually get worse. Today, the ten
minute drive from my office to John’s school has taken nearly an hour–
so far. I am about two-thirds of the way. This is what cacading four-
way stops will do to an otherwise ordinary commute. It is tangible
proof: we are far from back to normal after Ike’s visit to Houston.
Them again, I have a home and office, both with electric. That is more
than many have today.