Front has passed through. Dripping has stopped with the temp falling rapidly. Some concern as there is still a lot of ice on the trees that wind will cause issues later
Mixing line has advanced to a Freeport/Dixon/Peru line, steadily marching eastward. Should square another half hour of flakes before the kitchen sink starts
It's a coping mechanism. If I convince myself guidance says its going to suck, I am less disappointed when it actually shits the bed. I think its the "denial" stage of grief.