(This is ONE of TWO posts today — immediately following is a post all about My First Ever DoG — I don’t want you to miss it.)The Blizzard of the Century, they said it was — a doomsday storm heading our way with the mighty wrath of a really vengeful supernatural being that was really, really pissed off by Long Island vocal fry.
But I could be projecting, just a teeny bit.
In the ten years I have lived on Long Island we’ve had, oh, ten Blizzards of the Century. I didn’t get all het up about this one, but the Gummint did, and how. Roads, trains, public transport — all shut down. The New York State Thruway’s closed, man.
On Sunday night we had overnight snowfall, which looked like this, Champagne-O-meter-wise:
Monday afternoon was the worst, with lots of fast-falling snow and white-out winds. In one powerful gust I heard the walls of the den creak in unison, which did not please me. Top Cat came home from work in Manhattan early and we hunkered down with cats, cocktails, and made-from-scratch macaroni and cheese and we watched The Interview. Two thumbs UP UP UP. Who knew Eminem could be so hilarious?
Most of the snow fell and fell overnight, and on Tuesday morning the C-O-M looked like this:
Tuesday was a SNOW DAY.
And then it was Wednesday and everyone back to their lives, but on a Sunday schedule.
So, basically, it’s been Sunday since Wednesday and Sunday is not my favorite day of the week.
So last night I popped the C-O-M and poured like it was Saturday.
Now I wish every Thursday could be Saturday.