Snow globe conditions outside here on Long Island at the moment (mid-morning), and it's kind of sticky--the trees and shrubs are looking lovely, but the prospect of moving the stuff and getting around after is never pleasant. The weather forecast uses the word "blizzard," although the wind has yet to pick up. Luckily, my workplace declared today a "snow day" as early as yesterday evening, so I'm still sitting here in my robe with the last of the breakfast coffee cooling by my side.
I'm reading a book, "Watching the English: The Hidden Rules of English Behaviour," and the author, Kate Fox, nails it about snow, in that "it is aesthetically pleasing, but practically inconvenient. It is always simultaneously exciting and worrying." Unlike hurricanes, which can manage only three of those four adjectives. You guess which ones.
