We’ve seen the Snowpocalype and Snowmageddon. We’ve had Frankenstorm and Snowzilla. Now it’s Winter Storm Nemo.
An unfathomably silly moniker, if you ask me.
I’m in a very fortunate situation for this storm. I don’t have to drive. While I have
kvetched about mentioned the general lack of perks an adjunct professor enjoys, tomorrow I will be benefiting from one: a snow day. My school has not made an official announcement yet, but chances are I will not be driving in for my 1:00 paralegal class.
This means I’ll have more time for grading and writing my own homework. A case brief and journal grades due on Monday and a blizzard to trap me in my house, forcing me to get it done? Yeah, it’s hard to ignore a signal like that.
Even in case of a power outage, it’s not so bad. We’ve got a wood-burning stove, a gas grill, plenty of stored water for consuming and for plumbing, a cache of non-perishable foods, and below-freezing temperatures to act as, well, freezers so food won’t spoil.
Most importantly, Buzz has a generator.
None of this is new to me. My years in warmer climes were aberrations, freak accidents, and comparatively speaking, add up to only a handful of years. The rest of my life has taught me how to deal with cold winters. And I love them, too. One cold February day in Pittsburgh, I even walked 2 miles to school in -22°F (-30°C) temperatures. By the time I got to the office, I had a thin layer of ice on me that had actually kept me quite warm. It was pure invigoration.
So yeah, I’m a seasoned Nor’easter. Nemo? We’ll find out tomorrow if he is too.