Just before Christmas, an enormous snowstorm loomed for the DC region. That Friday night we made a difficult decision. We would leave the city before the storm. Haha that worked out so well. We left the city at 6:30. It should have been plenty of time before the forecasted "bedtime" start of the storm.
A little while out of town, the traffic on I-95 slowed to a crawl. It took five and a half hours to reach the Northern Neck. The snow was coming down in sheets. When we pulled into our invisible driveway, I almost felt like I never wanted to see snow again.
And yet here we are just a few weeks later and I am fretting over every drop of precipitation that is not frozen. I missed the biggest storm we've had here in years and my snow-loving heart will not let me forget it.
Compounding my sorrow at each day without snow, we watch a lot of shows on the DVR. Unfortunately, sometimes I forget that they were previously recorded. So on a Friday night when the weatherman chirps, "Could we be in for snow tomorrow and Tuesday?" I begin to pant with desire until I realize he exists in the past and he was hyping a rain event that happened days ago.
So there is no snow photo to accompany this post. The dogs and I are just praying that we didn't miss our chance for snow.