[1]
The good news is that we did not get either the twenty-one inches projected on Friday or the eighteen as of yesterday. The bad news is that the storm advisory runs through Seven tommorow morning.
At breakfast this morning the bus girl complained that she was disappointed by the lack of snow. It was short the aforementioned totals. She can still hope, because we are not out of the storm yet.
The local weather man is on a roll. He has called for storms each of the last three Sundays. Maybe God is Jewish and rests on Saturday? However in all three cases, the storm was not as severe as projected. Then one of these days, the guy going to get it right.
Memo to Algore: This global warming is killing me.
