been twelve years since my last blizzard
For once we actually had plans. There was a radio station meeting and some dinner party on Saturday night, and the football games at a friend's house the next day. We were actually going to do something this weekend other than watch tv and go shopping. And then a couple feet of snow got dumped over all our hopes and dreams. It started around three o'clock on Saturday, and didn't let up until almost 24 hours later. So we stayed in, watching the third season of
Curb Your Enthusiasm (pretty good),
The Graduate (first time; liked it okay), Paul Giamatti on
SNL (unspectacular), and the NFC championship (I knew I shouldn't have let myself get excited about football). The missus read a bunch, and I played Metroid Prime 2 until my eyes hurt. I bought a couple of fantasy baseball magazines and dreamed endlessly of Johan Santana (a keeper for both my teams). I didn't have to work yesterday, and so I shovelled our car out of the snow (first time I ever did that, and my arms still hurt). All thoughts of Chinese nationals and dirty bombs disappeared. I only left my house twice over three days. Oh, what an amazing blizzard!