Dear Universe: Your Timing, As Ever, Sucks.

Yes, I KNOW I've been grousing about the lack of snow. Yes, I KNOW we have a snowpack deficit, and that's bad (third or forth year in a row, I think, we're going to have a significant deficit). And yeah, I KNOW I like snowstorms.

But having one scheduled to arrive the one day this week - this MONTH - I have to be downtown for a meeting (in Grown-Up Clothing) that can't be rescheduled?

That's just Not Nice, Universe.


(can we at least hold off on the Significant Weather until after 3m? That seems like a reasonable compromise, no?)

Storm Checklist

Under the theory that, if you're prepared, the storm won't be an issue:

• eggs? check
• bread? check
• leftover chili? check
• booze? check
• enough cat food and litter? check
• fuzzy socks? check
• down blanket set up on the sofa? check
• tech charged up? check
• analog reading material? check
• enough fruit juice to get me through until monday? check

Yeah, we're all set.  The storm shall therefore be a non-event.


EtA: just in time for them to officially set a blizzard warning for NYC.  *sigh*  So I will go to this damn meeting in jeans and my cowboy boots, and they will judge me as they will.  At least I'll stay warmish and dryish, if not stylish.

EtA2: and the meeting was just moved up to the morning.  It still won't be pretty, but I'll be home by the time the worst hits, hopefully.