I look at weather.gov a lot. It’s not that I need to, for any reason. It’s kind of like a tic, or perhaps more accurately, a low-stakes dopamine search. So, the past few days have been somewhat amusing, because the home page of that site was particularly colorful — pinks, light blues, dark blues, purples — for much of the continental United States. Most of my family lives in California; it was fun to send them screenshots going “Hey, most of the country has to deal with this” while they stay blissfully
unaware of pretty much anything that isn’t within a narrow band of temperatures.
Anyway, the storm wasn’t that bad up here in Boston. A lot of snow — I’m guessing around 16 inches will be the final tally for my environs — but it was all light and fluffy. I went out and shoveled a bit around 5 pm, and it was probably the easiest shoveling of my life, which made the fact that taking the dogs out at 10 pm saw me greeted with even more snow than I had initially shoveled out of the way less frustrating than it would’ve been had it been soggier and heavier. In terms of less trivial matters, fluffy snow doesn’t cause damage to power lines or equipment; I can’t say the same for the ice storms that a lot of you probably dealt with. Hopefully you’re not still dealing with them, as losing power these days is not much of a joke.
Anyway, how are you making out? How did you ride out the storm? Or, are you like my family, ensconced somewhere where “what snow?” is a legitimate response?
