|One can’t be too prepared for ‘snow-pcalypse’|
|Written by Sarah Minges|
|Monday, December 31, 2012 8:37 PM|
It is coming! Have you heard? Are you ready? Because I am. I’m ready for the snow-pcalypse.
The fireplace has wood neatly stacked and ready to be ignited. There is more wood stacked neatly by the fireplace to fuel the initial flames. And there is even more wood stacked under the porch in case of emergency.
The vehicles are all gassed up and ready to go. Well, ready to go in the event snow doesn’t block the driveway.
I didn’t quite make it to the store for the snow rush. But I have a multitude of left over holiday goodies and confidence in my ability to survive on them.
I’m wearing approximately eight layers of clothing. It is a little difficult to bend at the knees and elbows but otherwise I’m adequately comfortable.
I even dug my insulated boots out of the depths of the closet.
The boots I was told looked like I would need a dog sled as an appropriate accessory.
As a side note, everyone needs a dog sled. It is clearly an underutilized entity.
Then there is the waiting. Waiting to see if it actually snows and how much.
As time and time again will prove, you can prepare all you want for the snow but snow is not predictable.
Or it is predictable only in its unpredictability.
Actually, when the snow did come, it was like even the weather was angry the work week wanted to resume on a Wednesday. A Wednesday after a gluttonous Monday and Tuesday. A Wednesday filled with lack of sleep and an extended belly.
Snowy weather is good for sleeping off a food-induced coma.
Unless, it is unavoidable to go outside. In which case, I am thankful for the additional natural insulation the holiday meals provided.
Working off a food-induced coma is almost as good as sleeping it off. Especially when there isn’t much choice in the matter.
So, it is time to get to my proverbial dog sled and get to work.
Because, although a dog sled may be a fitting form of transportation in the snow, its open nature leads me to believe it will be a cold journey.
So, even eight layers deep, I will take my chances in my heated vehicle.
Because even in the midst of a snow-pcalypse, there is still time to find some luxury.
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