whipped

I drove for almost seven hours through the worst blizzard in years, from Duxbury on the south shore of Boston to New York, through blinding snow. It was heinous. The Boston trip was otherwise interesting, frustrating, fun at times, dull at others. I spent the evening upon returning in the emergency room of the local hospital where I took my brother, who had scratched his cornea of his left eye. I just got home and am exhausted.