The local weather folks told us that Saturday night was going to be bad so there was a mad dash to stock up on the non-essentials. Me, I bought a drill. I've always wanted one and if I'm going to be stuck at home I might as well be productive.
Truth is, I'm scared to use it. But I have my goggles and screws and a closet that needs help. Anyway I trudge my groceries and my drill up the block and I see it, snow. On the mountain.
Where it belongs, far, far away from me. I don't want to shovel anything. But is is pretty. It was 60 degrees where I was standing. Sunny. Not a drop in sight. That came later and early Sunday morning.
Folks had cabin fever so people were rushing to get things done. There wasn't time to look up to see what I saw. One of those smell the roses moments. This is for them.
Oh, and one more thing. Hydroplaning is bad. If you are driving in the rain slow the f**k down because my local fire department has been working triple time peeling out dingbats out of their cars.