The Huskies have made it to Beasley Coliseum, and I got here, and those are the first miracles of the day.
Actually, the Huskies only had to bus eight miles from Moscow, Idaho, so their travels were relatively quiet. But the first half of my drive down from Spokane was classsic white-knuckle driving on fully white roads. Lanes? Medians? Hah.
Then, about halfway down, the road crews did their jobs, and here I am.
Getting back? We'll see.