The apocalypse has surely descended upon us, or the Masters playing the video game in which we're trapped are surely in a foul mood.

Highway I-85 collapsed in a fire I passed over late last week, and while the Georgia DOT hopes to have that section of road repaired by June 15, no one is holding their breath expecting the deadline to be met and in the meantime, the northeast quadrant of Atlanta is nearly impassable.  I've telecommuted since last Thursday and only attempted to drive to the office today, but, oh, let me tell you about today.

After severe thunderstorms and tornadoes hit Georgia on Monday, not one, not two, but three fronts passed through the state today, each bringing golfball size hail, thunderstorms, and the occasional tornado.  My iPhone batteries almost ran out from all the flash flood and severe weather alerts I've been getting all day.  The commute, already trying and challenging before the highway collapsed, was all the worse for the traffic-choked detours and side streets, and then nearly brought to a complete halt by the weather and the limited visibility, flooded roads, and work crews occupying lanes during rush hour trying to clear clogged stormwater drains.   

It seems that whatever you believe controls things around here, be it science, be it chance and happenstance, be it the old or the new gods, be it the Destroyer of Dreams and Destructor of Delights, be it two 13-year-olds playing a video game somewhere in New Jersey, whatever, it seems someone has decided to close Atlanta off so no one can escape and then flood us with rain, hail, and thunderbolts just to see what we'd do.

Many of us here are not amused.