I was glad, though, that my sled-car and I only had a couple of miles to drive after work, because the plows couldn’t keep up and there were areas where the snow was still 4 or 5 inches deep on the roads. (I worried about my van-pooling commuter friends all afternoon, but luckily they made it home. Whew.) If we get the inches people think we will overnight, tomorrow morning’s drive could be very exciting.
People said it wouldn’t happen. People said our meteorologists were exaggerating again. But it happened. Right in the middle of a lunch-time presentation, everything we were learning got suddenly upstaged by massive, long, drawn-out rolls of thunder while snow fell at a rate of 4 inches per hour. I’ve never seen anything like it. Four Inches Per Hour! The only people who find this more exciting than I did are those meteorologists. They were practically popping champagne.