…that I still have power.
I’m so surprised. Of course, it’s still snowing a teeny weeny bit, and, more importantly, the wind is still gusting. But as time goes on and the power holds, it becomes more and more likely that I’ll weather this one with heat and light intact.
This storm was inordinately hyped, but it turns out the forecasters were completely on target. At least two feet of white stuff seems to be out there now—although I don’t know for certain since I haven’t yet investigated in depth, as it were.
Periodically during the evening last night I’d look outside towards an area that was lit up in a way enabled me to see how fast the snow was falling. It turned out that “falling” was not the correct description; the swirling snow was being blown so hard that it seemed to be coming down horizontally, fast and furious.