I wasn’t dreaming last night when the meteorologist said we were going to get a dusting or “maybe an inch” of snow.
I don’t know what happened in the atmosphere between 6:15pm last night and this morning, but I woke up to the snow coming down hard, a few inches on the stairs that needed shoveling, and one of those RED ALERT automated phone calls from the mayor saying that we need to watch out for coastal flooding and wet basements and general weather danger. Then there was the crunch and munch, the sound of a car hitting the island in the road right outside my front door. He knocked down the stop sign but he’s OK.
Just now a meteorologist said this storm was “overachieving,” which is the best euphemism for “we were wrong” I’ve heard in a while. I’m going to use that the next time I’m wrong about something or forget to pay a bill on time.
I sometimes feel bad on days like this, because I work from home while other people have to commute to work in the snow and the cold and the traffic. Sometimes I feel bad. But since I’ve no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.