Maybe Our Dogs are Better Yardsticks for Measuring the Weather than Newscasters and Channels Dedicated to Hyping Up How Tragic a Day Will Be

Sunday morning was spent being productive in the reporting world, which followed with another great cut by Jerry at The Fade Factory and a four-mile walk before the temperatures were set to drop. Every story has a different outcome from the storm, but watching the Eagles/Rams game gave some indication that snow was on its way. The Buffalo field, too, didn't seem as horrific as forecasters presented.

I had my soup. I am good. Pam made baked rigatoni with sauce and Karal and I made an appearance for the first game. I was recruited to build a cabinet for her as she prepares to give one of her dressers to Kaitlyn for Oliwia. Picture IKEA, but with a purchase at Aldi's. Same assembly required with semi-decent instructions, except for the total collapse when we were 90% done. Eventually, we figured it out and she said, "Oh, I don't expect you to do both tonight."

Wait. There's another. 

The snow that was falling was light and wet, but the temperatures were still above freezing by 6:30 p.m. when I left to come home for the second game. Not many were on the road, and nothing was freezing just yet, but if the temperatures fall, I imagine there will be a layer of ice in the morning. They are only saying two inches at the shoreline, so we'll see. We have the day off for MLK, so I'm free to shovel if necessary. Otherwise, it's back to grant work and budgets.

I returned from Pam's with a couple of meals of the rigatoni, too, so I should be set for eating this week, which is always nice upon a return to campus life.

I am thankful. Not the fan of snow I used to be, but I know how to adapt. This is the northeast after all. Spring will be here soon...

Until then....

And Karal curls up like a fox when the weather turns. She knows. She gets it.