I started seeing warnings on Sunday about this storm that was supposed to develop Monday night and get awful on Tuesday. We knew something was coming, but the forecasts seemed to be whipping between doom-and-gloom and a whole lot of meh. I wasn’t sure if I should take the coming storm seriously until what had been a winter weather advisory became a winter storm warning.
It was coming on a Tuesday. I could work from home. Yeah, I’ll just plan to work from home. Comet won’t mind.
The snow didn’t really start until I was already abed, leading me to think I would awake to nothing of consequence. This is what we got:
This was serious snow, and it was coming down fast. Wet, sticky, heavy, heart attack snow. The kind you don’t shovel, at least not all at once.
I knew I’d made the right decision as I checked Twitter and saw nothing but stories of snarled traffic, stuck cars, and nightmarish commutes. The bay bridge was closed (part of my own commute path), malls were closed. Then there was a call for no unnecessary travel.
And it’s still snowing.
We decided it would be worthwhile to attempt to clear the driveway before more snow piled on it. But before that, I had to take the puppy out. I mean, how could I possibly consider not letting Comet play in this snow.
I put on his 30 foot lead and we went out. The snow was belly deep on him, be he loved it, despite the fact that his cone of shame (which he still has to wear for another three days), kept getting caught in the snow.
But the best part was getting pictoral evidence of his skills with using his cone as a snow-throwing device.
We lasted maybe 10 minutes before we were both exhausted.
It’s still snowing.