After a couple of days of anticipation, DEATHFLURRY 18 has arrived. A local TV station has suggested that Mondoville may receive 1-3″ of the White Death by the time it wraps up this evening. At this point, there’s a heavy dusting on the grass, but we’re informed that the roads are clear, though wet. If we get the full three-inch Fury of Nature, however, all bets are off, and of course, there will be issues of overnight freezing, which is the serious threat in this part of the country.
Through an abundance of caution, the public schools were closed, and the college was put on a delay, with classes starting at 11. However, since I teach those early classes, that means that I got the day off. Mrs. M has headed off to the gym, and I slept late. The Hound of the Basketballs went out long enough to discover she doesn’t much like it, and has curled up in her accustomed spot beneath a towel on the chair next to mine. The Spawn’s schedule somehow includes no Wednesday classes (she’s taking several independent studies), so she may not emerge until after the thaw.
I may actually walk over to the office this afternoon to do a little planning. It’s only a few minutes’ walk, and I want to look over a couple of texts before tomorrow. In a concession to the elements, I’ll likely wear my long-sleeved shirt. I’m also holding out to see if our scheduled basketball doubleheader this evening goes on as planned.
(And right on cue, I get an e-mail: “BASKETBALL GAMES CANCELLED TONIGHT.” The universe provides.)
Stay warm, everyone.