What's worse than ...

... monday mornings?
Monday mornings in the middle of April with SNOW.

By the time I had to leave, we had over an inch and the roads looked rather nasty. I figured that even if I rode my bike as slow as possible it would still be faster than walking, and I was right. I looked like a yeti, though, when I arrived at work.
And the last bit, uphill, felt like riding upstream, with the amount of water (and chunks of ice. Good times.) coming down.

Fortunately, by the time I got to go home everything had melted, and while still cold, it was dry. Hurray.
Now, can we please be done with this crap? I want to enjoy spring without surprises like these.