...sitting comfortably in my secure undisclosed location having the breakfast buffet and more coffee than is probably healthy for a man of my girth and age. And, zomg, watching. The snow. Keep falling.
They do not understand the concept of snow removal here in lovely Northern Virginia. Roads that are normally 4-lane divided thoroughfares are reduced to a lane and a half in each direction, and for some reason known only to the plow operators and the Devil, they have left huge piles of snow right at the interesections -- where they completely block a driver's ability to see what's coming at him if he's trying to make a left turn. I saw several near-misses yesterday (and had one myself, even as careful as I was trying to be).
The bureacracy is out for the duration, which means daytime traffic in the area -- bad enough to start with -- is even worse, with all the bureaucrats finally digging out and heading for the shops. Most of the grocery stores are bare of staples and haven't been able to get deliveries since late last week. One thing that struck me as odd was that the baking supplies aisle in the supermarket we visited was nearly devoid of flour. I guess when the fresh bread ran out, folks decided to start using their bread machines and baking stuff.
Fox 5 showed this one family up in the Maryland suburbs in a neighborhood that had lost power on one side of the street but not the other. They had run an extension cord across the street to a neighbor's who had power so they could...get this...run the TV for their kids.
Not run a heater, or a microwave, but a fucking TV and game console.
Send those little shits out and make them shovel snow. Or have a snowball fight. Jeez.
Wow. Look. At. The. Snow. :-O
