By the time you read this (yea, I’m one of those that writes his blog posts in advance and has them post later), the “event” we are waiting for will have already have happened around here. That “event,” of course, is the snow storm headed this way. It’s supposed to start very late Tuesday night and go through until Thursday morning. Now, I know there are people out there who have never seen snow. If you’re one of those people, you can trust me on this: You’re not missing anything!

They’ve predicted this storm to drop between 4 and 8 inches of that white stuff on us by the time this blog entry gets published, and the areas around here (especially Washington, DC) have christened it “Snowquester.”

Personally, I think that’s a great name for it. Like it’s namesake (the Sequester we’re dealing with), I’m sure it’ll barely be disruptive to the economy, and nothing short of a royal pain in the ass!

As I write these words, the snow hasn’t begun yet. Actually, it’s still kinda sunny out there. I keep daydreaming that it’ll be Summer by the weekend. By this time of the year, I start to feel like I’m living in Narnia where it’s been winter without Christmas for over 100 years. It’s been a really long 3 months…

This is also the time of the year that we get hit with our largest snowfalls. It rarely, if ever, happens around Christmas – you know, when it would look beautiful and actually be enjoyed by everyone; when looking out the window really would be a Courier and Ives moment. But no. We get dumped on with the most snow at the end of February and the beginning of March. This is when we get those record numbers – just when we’re so completely sick of it (“Dear Diary: More of that white shit last night“)

But I suppose we just have to live with it. Without these exciting times, the meteorologists wouldn’t have any fun. They look forward to those blizzard storms so they have something important to report on (“Finally! It’s my turn in the spotlight!“). They stand out in the freezing cold, wind whipping white flakes past the camera; the meteorologists holding their microphone in one hand with their little grammer-school ruler in the other for dramatic effect, so they can show everyone – live! on camera! – that we are now up to 2” of snow! “Reporting LIVE from the balcony! Back to you in the studio!”</i

Well, at least I can still keep daydreaming of summer…