Snowpocalypse

Well.  I was skeptical, but the dire pronouncements of the weatherman appear to have come true.  We woke up this morning to this:

 

Those bits of dark against the snow across the street are buried cars

The snow is still blowing sideways out there, so I don’t plan to venture out for awhile (especially since, with windchill, it is 7 degrees).  My parents, who were visiting us for the holidays, had their flight canceled yesterday and won’t be able to return to Seattle until Wednesday.

Fortunately, we’re up to our eyeballs in leftover prime rib and sweets.  Its warm and cozy in here and we’ve got a stack of DVD’s from Christmas presents.  I think we’ll be just fine.

Here’s the Overseer’s take on the matter:

"Please do not bother me. I'm melting into the radiator cover here." - Mr. Ramses

(this is his usual take on things, of course)

Given our snowed-in state (even the undauntable subways are barely lumbering along), I may just get a bit of post-Christmas word count in today and start chipping away at those 2011 goals.  How’s that for optimism?

Who else is snowed in?

3 thoughts on “Snowpocalypse

  1. Steve Buchheit

    Well, for us, we’re ready for snow. Although ours didn’t get so deep. That means I’ll have to go to work tomorrow. Bummer.

    Hope you all get dug out before the cat starts sizing up which one of you it can take down.

    1. mirandasuri

      Nothing worse than just enough snow to make the commute Hell. I’ll be thinking of you. Thanks for the good wishes, though I’m concerned Ramses has already begun to consider who to eat first. He’s looking rather sly.

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