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Snow Check In

That’s a depiction of the amount of snow we’ve had dropped on us so far. I took this at about 8:50am.

I’m thinking of taking the same pic every two hours or so. How’s that sound, good? Fascinating? Pointless and stupid but I’m still going to do it anyway? Yeah, that one.

The Bruins Win

The Bruins beat the Coyotes 2-1. Hard to believe it was that close against a team that bad. I’ll take it though.

The question now is, why am I still awake? The game is over. Go to bed.

My Apple Watch is charged. I was waiting for that but it’s done so go to bed.

I’m listening to music, but I can do that in the morning. Go to sleep.

I’ve got a little cut on the inside of my upper lip. Now that’s a good reason to still be awake, but it’s not that good a reason. Go to sleep.

Okay already. I’ll go to sleep. Sheesh, lay off, you jerk.

Good night.

Bruins Nerves

The Bruins have a 2-1 lead over Arizona, four minutes into the third period.

That’s good, right?

Sort of. I mean sure being in the lead is good and all. It’s Arizona though. They are barely an NHL team. The Bruins should be up by 10 by now.

Back on the power play. Can we pad this lead a little, guys?

Joni Mitchell Joins In

Joni Mitchell’s website posted an update tonight stating that she is joining Neil Young and pulling her catalog off of spotify.

My suggestion is to go someplace that isn’t spotify, preferably a record store but we’ll take what we can get, and play the following albums on an endless loop:

  • Neil Young – Everybody Knows This is Nowhere
  • Joni Mitchell – Blue

As more artists join the crusade we can add more records. Sound good?

French Toast Alert System

We’re going to get slammed tomorrow. I am trying to get a consensus on the snowfall projections. It looks like it’s either 12-18″, 18-24″, or more than 24 inches. Two feet. Crap.

In other words, it’s a Five French Toast Slices storm.

Someone at work today asked if we all had our French Toast supplies (eggs, milk, bread). Someone else sent a link to the French Toast Alert System. I am overwhelmed with glee over having this in my life now.

The site has a storm alert rating based on slices of French Toast:

Tomorrow’s storm is waffling between 4 slices and 5 slices. Either way, Harvey Leonard is happy, and old ladies are getting run over in the supermarket milk section.

It’s chaos out there, and it hasn’t even started yet.

Hold on to your butts, kids.

Storm’s a Comin’

Is everyone ready? New England is going to get meteorologically bitch slapped tomorrow. Well, starting sometime tonight, I think. The National Weather Service is saying my area is going to get 18-24″ of snow. WCVB TV (our local ABC affiliate) says we’re in for 24″+. I don’t like the sound of either of those. Also, the words “bomb cyclone” have been written. I don’t know what that means, but it doesn’t sound good, right?

It’s supposed to start overnight tonight and carry through until Sunday morning. Here’s hoping we can book a plow to come and at least slice off the snow bank at the end of the driveway. Now I know I have been working out for four whole days and should be able to easily move a mountain of snow (#sarcasm) but I just don’t want to. Fingers crossed on the plow. We won’t be able to book anything until tomorrow, but we’re hoping to get one for Sunday morning sometime.

In New England it is common for citizens to make a run on the grocery stores in the day prior to a forecast storm. Unfortunately for us, today is the day that we would be getting groceries even without the storm, so we’re likely going to get shut out. We’re still in Covid mode as far as shopping is concerned and we’ve been using instacart, but they aren’t guaranteeing delivery times for today. Oh well. We’ll survive.

The planned rewiring of the dining room light switches might be paused until the driveway is clear. Just in case, you know? The Paramedics are going to have enough trouble hauling my electrocuted ass out that we shouldn’t make it worse for them by asking them to carry me through snow too.

Duck and cover, boys and girls. The Bomb Cyclone is a comin’.