Usually that’s a metaphor for something or other, but in this case it just means the East Coast is gonna get hammered with anywhere from six to eighteen inches of snow, depending. My area’s supposed to get six to eight inches. …Which means precisely zero, unless the power and/or Internet goes out. My kids aren’t really thrilled about the end of snow days, and I can’t say that I blame for that, either.
Ach, well, the beer store’s within walking distance.
…That’s right; it’s going to snow here this weekend, and I expect everybody around me to lose their goram minds over it. Like they do. What makes it worse, of course, is that I should have gone grocery shopping today. Tomorrow’s going to be amazingly chaotic, over at the supermarket. Whee!
Still, first snow of the year. Coolness.
This is, to my mind, slightly bizarre. Admittedly, I grew up in a town that had its own school that everybody could actually walk to, and we lived right next to a giant heat regulator that limited the amount of snow and frozen conditions that we might have otherwise gotten. So you had to practically have a blizzard before they closed the place.
It’s still kind of weird. I mean, I figure there’s a good chance that there won’t be any snow at all tonight. This stuff is notoriously hard to predict.
Alternative title: Hell, orange futures markets freeze over. Not that Tallahassee is Hell, of course. Not even Jacksonville is Hell, although when you go there in August* you kind of get a rough approximation of the likely climate there. Still, hey, snow in Florida!
Schools in Tallahassee, Charleston and Savannah among those closed in advance of developing coastal storm! I’ll see you on @ABCWorldNews with the track! pic.twitter.com/n3TEsXdgj1
— Ginger Zee (@Ginger_Zee) January 2, 2018
…schools are closed, wife will be telecommuting tomorrow, and the cat is visibly congratulating itself for moving in several years ago. All of which means: I get to sleep in tomorrow! …Heck, the kids might even let me get an extra half hour!
I will admit: snow is pretty when you don’t have to go out into it. Although whether I feel the same way after I shovel the walk tomorrow is another story. Fortunately, the tendonitis seems well and truly on the wane.
Good night, folks.
They pretty much preemptively shut down the DC area tomorrow; schools are closed, government’s closed, I don’t even know if there’s going to be mail. Which is going to be problematical, because the second Xbox controller was supposed to show up tomorrow and the kids are getting a little stir-crazy. To be fair: so are their parents.
To be doubly fair; so is the rest of the MD/DC/VA Axis of Snow. We got legit hammered this weekend; two feet of no-fooling blizzard (high winds and everything) is respectable by anybody’s standards. So… slow news day. All the people who’d normally be fiddling, mangling, and just making it up are going to be sitting around in sweatpants and having their lower backs remind them that we are none of us as young as we used to be.
It’s definitely snowing. The blizzard hasn’t hit here yet, though, and while it’s been coming down there haven’t been many issues yet, God willing and the creek doesn’t rise. Which is actually sometimes a problem in my part of Maryland. Why we built our nation’s capital in the middle of a freaking swamp…
So everything’s cool, folks. Hopefully it’ll stay that way.
Moe Lane
PS: Hell no I didn’t drive anywhere today. You’re kidding me, right?
And so it begins.
There's barely an inch of snow on the ground and things are devolving in DC. Drivers are honking and throwing f bombs at each other on my st
— Emily Cahn (@CahnEmily) January 21, 2016
Here’s the thing, though: I’ve lived down here for over a decade and a half, and… Washington DC gets more snow and frozen rain than they’d admit. There is increasingly no real reason for these people to be so bad about dealing with a little snow and/or other bad weather. They need to start learning how to deal…
Moe Lane
PS: At this point, my kids are openly speculating that there will be no school tomorrow, because, ZOMG, there are flakes in the sky the night before. …They should not be probably right! THEY SHOULD NOT BE RIGHT.
The problem with accurate weather forecasting is that it’s not really helpful, sometimes. Take this, for example
NWS: Enhanced to moderate risk of winter storminess Friday DC region. pic.twitter.com/OGVJMxm32M
— Capital Weather Gang (@capitalweather) January 18, 2016
Knowing that the Imperial District is going to go stark, raving, Nyarlathotep-in-the-streets mad, starting Thursday night doesn’t actually help matters any. I can’t stop them from going nuts over the snow, after all. Instead? Now I just have something to dread.
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.
