Last Saturday we got a snowstorm and I got a day off of work. We got about 6 inches of snow here and 9 or so inches in the town I work in. I bet my all wheel drive vehicle would have made the trip just fine. It turns out, 6-9 inches is simply adorable.
Two days ago they closed work early, and preemptively closed the following day as well. Why you ask? Because of huge epic snowstorm barreling down on us. As I walked to my car the flakes were falling, but they were at that peaceful, pretty stage where you think, How lovely… I’ll enjoy this time at home this evening and tomorrow. I might even get something done around the house.
Well, this particular storm was not “adorable”. This one was a doozy. The town I work in got a whopping 33.5 inches of snow. Where I work is closed again today and here I sit, typing this.