My last exam of the term is this afternoon and our campus is on a hillside. I know all this fussing seems foolish to those of you from colder, snowier places, but we combine a peculiar kind of wet, heavy snow with roads that curve and roller-coaster-climb-and-descend and cities that budget modestly for snow clearance and are reluctant to blow that budget on overtime early in the season. Add that to a campus with limited, hillside parking and many young drivers with limited experience in winter driving . . . Given that the snow hasn't started falling yet, at almost 7 in the morning, I doubt my students' exam will be cancelled for a campus closure this afternoon, but it's a possibility, along with the headache of rescheduling. Still, I suppose, if that's the worst that could happen, what am I fussing about? Okay! So thanks for listening, I think I've worked that one out. I have to drive to campus, because I'll be hauling 15 pounds or so of exam booklets away to mark over the weekend, so I'll be anxiously watching snowfall all through the exam, envisioning my slip-sliding down the hill to the ferry. But after that, I'll park my car, board the ferry, grab a bus, and above all, let the worrying be done.
Although I still can't help minding that now I might miss the 5 ferry, and if I miss the 5 ferry, I'll probably be too late to see Nola, who B&A are bringing over for us to cuddle while they go to a Christmas party for a few hours. And yes, she'll be just fine with Granddad (who already hogged the cuddle time last weekend!), and yes, I'll still have time to see her this weekend, but the potential disruption of my plans . . . that's what I always fuss over when snow is on the horizon -- which is probably why it's good for me, letting go and all that.