Eh Snow

At this point in the game the possibility of another two inches of snow is something you kind of shrug at and then go about your business, right? You have internalized it now to the extent that you wake up each morning with the default belief that there will be snow falling, about to fall, or having just fallen. Winter is wound deeply within the fabric of your soul, perhaps never to be disentangled, and whatever you do for the rest of your life you will be carrying around the expectation that things will be cold and gray wherever you are because that’s just the way life is now. So two inches? BFD. That’s nothing compared to the blizzard buried inside you, the permanent frost on your spirit. Also, in case you have forgotten, don’t do this.