Boston averages 48”. They sit at 11.5”. The rug has been pulled on us a few times already. Little has gone right or broke our way. The complaining is 100% warranted.
Whatever happens, happens. It’s March. We move on if need be.
We’re at 80 hours out, teetering on the fence. Given seasonal trends, keep expectations low.
‘Merica #1!
My older sister used to call Friday night snowstorms “cozy” storms. We’d all watch TGIF, eat crinkle fries, drink hot chocolate, play Nintendo, and lay out our stuff to go sledding in the morning. Those were the days.