It took a while to dig through the ice to make the car drivable. I stopped at self-serve car wash and hosed it down as much as I could, focusing on the windows. My fingers were freezing, however, and I had to stop. Get in the car. Get on the road.
Hope for the best.
I saw a number of cars in the ditch during my drive to Oklahoma City. My host texted me to let me know that the town was expecting an ice storm to arrive there later in the evening, and that schools had closed early. Lovely. I stopped by a grocery store to pick up dinner, and soon found myself engaged in conversation with my delightful host at her kitchen table, the delicious smell of my naan warming in the oven.
I had arrived. I was being taken care of. I was warm. I was fed. I was home.