I took this photo last Wednesday - two snowstorms ago. We got six inches then, and then six feet almost 30 inches last weekend. And guess what? It's going to snow here again today and the predictions are for another seventeen feet 12-18 inches. Of snow. On top of all that remains on the ground (and our roof!) because it's been below freezing.
The whole world is canceled today, except for Soup Husband Curt's work. And, technically, my work. Except that my client is closed because the federal government is closed (non-DC readers, many area companies have a policy to operate on the same schedule as the federal government offices). So technically, I'm telecommuting today, except there's little billable work to be done because the whole rest of the world is shut down.
I went grocery shopping yesterday. There was no fresh meat and the freezer case was barren. The only bacon left was four boxes of the precooked stuff, and maybe 10 dozen eggs. I frantically threw gently placed bacon and eggs into my cart, plus two of the last 15 gallons of skim milk. I could sense an air of desperation pervading the store as my fellow shoppers and I pondered a weekful of meals made of tuna and pickles.
There are still nearly 11,000 customers without power in our county, and the rest of us are feeling smug damn lucky that we didn't lose "current" (as Cheaspeake Bay Woman says). And when you consider that the power lines on our street looked like this on Saturday -
--it's amazing we never lost power. We don't assume we'll be so fortunate this time around.
It's like I went to sleep in Maryland and woke up in Newfoundland.
The first stanza of Christina Rosetti's Christmas carol, In the Bleak Midwinter, is stuck in my head. Not a bad song for an earworm... but it underscores how I'm feeling about this winter's weather:
If you're dealing with the same kind of wicked winter weather as we are here at SINAFF World Headquarters, please, stay warm and safe.
