I’m scheduled to get another six to eight inches, tomorrow. I feel like the hero in a zombie flick trying to pry a damned persistent shambling corpse off of the truck tailgate as we accelerate away from the herd of the Undead. This is supposed to be a swamp! A foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy… no, wait, that’s Philadelphia.
Anyway, I’d settle for some global warming right now. I surely would.