They’re predicting the heaviest snow fall since Halloween 1991. They’re predicting that we won’t know how much snow we got because of all the blowing and drifting, but that it’ll probably be measured in feet. They’re predicting windchills south of -35F.

I’m coping by making continual pots of tea and staying in my pjs all day. (Hey, they said nobody should go out, right? So technically none of us need to be dressed. I’m just saying.) I don’t have a whole lot of food in the house, and I was planning to do my post-I’ve-been-away-for-2-weeks-and-then-working-all-week shopping today, but I do have cheese. So I’ll just have to rely on mac & cheese, grilled cheese, and maybe just straight cheese. What a hardship. And since this is also the first day I’ve just been home in over 3 weeks, I think the cat is planning to spend the entire time glued to my lap.

So yeah. Things could be worse.

Like, if the power goes out, that would be worse.

Later I have a whole bunch of unfun stuff to do that I’ve been putting off (flex spending paperwork, anyone?), but for now I’ll sit here in the front room and watch the snow fall at about 2 inches per hour while people ski down my street.