Control

The snow has fallen. It covers the ground outside. I could not have kept it from falling, but I must go to work. It's, perhaps, six inches deep, not the twelve that was predicted. Traffic is light. Every minute or so, a car or truck passes. I will attempt to drive the 22 miles to work. I'd rather stay home, but I'm not totally opposed to work either. We're supposed to have a demo this morning, but who knows? My part works - that's all I can control. The other parts of the day will fall in place, with or without me.