I'm not waiting in my car. I'm sitting in my home in the city at the moment. But when I told my husband over lunch "If we get stuck in this city, and all hell breaks out and we are unable to get to the cabin, I may never be able to forgive you. I can't see that waiting a day, or 2 more, will change the inevitability of the impending chaos for America." He silently, after lunch, began loading the cars and is doing so as I am typing this. We're leaving for our BOL cabin as soon as the cars are loaded. Sigh of relief here.