This morning I'll finish editing a manuscript and send it to the author. Then I'll do some prep for my essay class. Then I'll do some prep for band practice. Then I'll pack my dinner and an overnight bag. Then I'll walk to my afternoon class at the high school. Then I'll walk home, grab my bags and my violin, and drive two and a half hours north for band practice. Then, after practice, I'll drive 40 minutes south to my friend's house in the woods. And the unanswered question is: Has the thaw set in and transformed her road into the LaBrea tar pits, and will I have to trudge a half-mile in the gloppy dark, lugging a violin and an overnight bag? Only time will tell.