We're Off to See the Blizzard

As the Starks say in "Game of Thrones," Winter is Coming.

Coming, hell ... it's been here, and it just won't leave, dadgummit.

Yes, we are awaiting the arrival this evening of the storm that is being viewed down in Georgia in mega-apocalyptic terms. Around here, we're expecting anywhere between 5 and 10 inches of snow. Or sleet. Or freezing rain. Or just rain. Or maybe nothing. Nobody quite knows yet, but bread, lunch meat, toilet paper, and DVDs at the local Red Box are all flying off the shelves in the usual flailing hysteria and hunkering down that accompanies the arrival of the merest flake of snow here in NoVa.

At least the miserable winter weather, whatever it turns out to be, gives ignorant dumbasses who don't understand science a chance to squawk that "global warming" is a godless liberal commie plot to destroy America. It gives children a chance to stay home from school, and parents the challenge of juggling work schedules to make sure those children are entertained and cared for on their unexpected holiday. And it balances out the bitching we'll be doing in six months when it's hotter than a Sofia Vergara pictorial.

Look at the bright side ... if you have to go out and drive in the snow, you will probably be in your enclosed car with the heater and defroster and (maybe) heated seats. You won't enjoy motoring like our grandparents (or great-grandparents) did ...

So, if you're in the path of the winter storm that's barreling across the South and up the East Coast, just suck it up. It'll be August soon enough, and you'll be wishing for some of that white stuff.

Trust me.

Have a good day. Stay warm and be careful out there. More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo