I heard a woman once say that snowstorms are like men. You don’t know how long they’ll last or how many inches you will get.
Here in the Northeast of America we are experiencing a large snowstorm named Nemo. I don’t roll with weathermen enough to know if it will be a mere snowstorm, a blizzard or a nor’easter. Perhaps all three! I have sufficient quantities of cut wood, candles, food, beer, wine and whiskey to survive a snowed in weekend. Sadly, I forgot valium.
In Ancient Rome there was a punishment called projectio in profluentem in which a prisoner is said to have been sewn up in a sack with a serpent, ape, dog and cat and tossed into the river. A confining horror that might only be matched by being snowed into the confinement of one’s small home with a wife visited by the monthly demon and three small children. Pray for me.
Anyhow, I like storms so long as nothing bad happens. I’ve managed to shovel the driveway twice without a known cardiac event. But we may get a foot or more snow during the night so we’ll see what winter wonderland reveals itself in the morning. Until then, may the electricity stay on. May you stay out of the cold, wherever you may be.