Our vacation in florida was downright awesome. Laura and I did lots of reading and relaxing -- just what the doctor ordered. We saw a few movies, and went to Waffle House as often as possible (really just 4 times).

Getting down there was ridiculously easy, we had absolutely no traffic on the way down, and made it through D.C. by 1pm or so. We ended up staying the night just outside Savannah, GA.

The way back was a different story, however. While the first day was relatively uneventful, we made a gross miscalculation in actually trusting the weather forecast for Boston. It was supposed to rain all day, and only change over to snow at night. Well, it started snowing somewhere in New Jersey, and got really bad in Connecticut. I swear, I don't think they've heard of this modern invention called Plowing. After a 4 hour traffic jam through Hartford, we finally made it to the Mass Pike where the I was driving on actual pavement for the first time in about 6 hours!

The worst thing about a traffic jam in a snow storm: snow collects on your wipers, which eventually turns into ice, which renders your wipers useless. All over the highway, people are sticking out arms, scrapers, brooms (not really) to knock off a little ice so that they might see.