Armed with vital supplies, Dr Pepper and a good book,
just in case no one came out, we began our commute.
My car stayed home.
I was not allowed that priviledge.
The mail must go through.
The weather conditions do not matter.
Nor does it matter, the danger the employees must face.
I was lucky.
I was transported in a 4x4 by dear hubby.
His dream has always been to be a go getter.
Now he can take his wife to work and go get her.
