Much of the East Coast was at a standstill yesterday – snow fell everywhere. Husband went out and bought more salt, stocked up a bit on necessities, while the Weather Channel kept increasing the amount of expected snowfall (8 inches.) When I went to bed around 11:00, there was still no sign of snow. I was prepared to wake this morning and see tons of snow on the ground.
There is less than an inch.
What happened? There seems to be a major discrepancy between the forecast and what I see out my window. Its funny how a major snow storm whips up a combination of dread and excitement. Part of me hates the thought of being snowed in, having to shovel my way out, scary road conditions, the whole thing….and the other part of me loves the idea of being snowed in, cozy in my cottage, hot chocolate in hand, cuddled up with my sweetie.
So, though I feel relief at the lack of snow, there is just the tiniest bit of disappointment. Just as well, though, as both husband and I are sick and I was up half the night coughing. Shoveling would have not been a good thing for either of us.
I have to shop tomorrow. Have to. So let’s tell this bug to leave the premises effective immediately.