Robert Burns wrote the line quoted above, most often rendered as "the best laid plans of mice and men, oft go awry".
Our best laid plan was to wait it out in Pecos for the weather to clear before heading on to Dallas.
It went awry.
Oh, I was right, the weather had cleared... But the stupid hadn't.
We ended up crawling most of the 80 miles from Pecos to Odessa at 30 mph, because there were two rollovers on the westbound 20, and two jackknifed trucks on the eastbound.
They closed part of the highway off, shunting us off onto access roads, so we decided to screw it, just stop for food, gas, and some winter supplies (forgot to pack snow gloves, and hadn't bought an ice scraper or snow broom for this truck yet etc...), and wait for them to clear the road.
We left Pecos at 1145 (after a half hour wait to get to a fuel pump, with all the people stranded when they closed the interstate last night). It's now 1545, and we're about to top tanks and roll out. With the further delay, we figure on making Shreveport or Monroe tonight instead of Jackson.
Enjoying a whataburger deep fried apple pie.... I wish McDonalds still did those.
... This is my " I just LOVE Texas. Can't you tell?" face...