For more than a week, forecasters have been predicting a storm.
The storm of the year.
Or maybe the decade.
Or the century.
It was going to start on Thursday.
No wait, Friday.
Maybe not until Saturday.
Saturday morning about 9
Finally, Saturday about 4, intensifying into Sunday
and probably lasting until Monday morning.
Maybe not two feet, maybe only a foot.
The news went on and on.
The storm arrived yesterday.
It sleeted most of the day,
then switched over to serious snow late in the afternoon.
It was still pretty warm, so when I went to bed
there weren't more than a couple of inches on the ground.
That changed over night.
I woke to about ten inches of snow.
It's continued snowing all day.
We now have about fifteen inches.
My sister, who is a nurse, made the hour drive from Colorado Springs,
so she can get to work tomorrow.
She made it just before they closed the highway.
School districts, mine included, are announcing plans to close for tomorrow.
The lights are flickering
and I wonder how much longer
we will have power.
Snow means shoveling.
I really like shoveling.
Or any kind of purposeful exercise.
I went out with my shovel around 10:30.
I thought I would be out there about 45 minutes,
but it ended up being close to an hour and a half.
That snow was wet!
And really, really heavy!
I was drenched.
Definitely a grilled cheese kind of a day.