This time we weren’t left standing at the altar, a bona fide blizzard has arrived.
Here’s what it looked like a little before 9 a.m. this morning.
10 a.m.
11:15 a.m. and it’s coming down hard.
1:30 p.m. Itinerant bands of freelance shovellers prowl the streets.
3:30 p.m. I think the plows have given up.
4:15 p.m., after shoveling everything yet again, it’s time to take the patient’s temperature. Say “aahhh.”
