We've been expecting a winter storm this weekend. Another one. And we can call it a "winter storm" because it's still winter, even though March is generally associated with more moderate temperatures. The low on Sunday night/Monday morning looks like it'll be around -7º F, and it might even get to -4º when I'm on my way to work.
This might be a good time to remind you that I don't live in Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, or anywhere near the Canadian border.
The severity of the storm itself keeps changing, first for the worse and then for the better, but it still looks like we'll get *something* tomorrow and *something else* on Sunday. Whether that's the five or six inches they're promising tonight or the foot or so we were promised this morning is yet to be seen. Regardless, it all smells of a giant conspiracy between my mom and the groundhog to make sure that I suffer a little more punishment for leaving Hawaii behind. Whether it's a foot or five inches, I still have to wait for a bus and tromp through ice and snow to go to work on Monday morning. In negative-degree weather.
Two weeks ago I took a day off thinking it was the last butt-ass cold day of the season. And it was ... until it wasn't.
In totally different weather-related news ...
