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The News: There's  a pain-in-the-butt winter mix headed for the most meteorlogically inept section of the country (i.e., here).

 
The Bad News: This will probably screw up my parents' plans for driving back from Florida, as my mother will not drive in snow. Nor will she ride in snow. She pretty much refuses to leave the house or whatever shelter she's sitting in in snow, especially if my father's driving, because he's from Buffalo and pretty much, unless there's more than 4 inches on the ground, ignores said snow. She asked me to keep an eye on the weather for her, and I can't lie to her for crap. Not about something that I know she's going to be genuinely traumatized about. Fudge.

The Good News: Catholic U. and PGCC will almost certainly both be closed. Hee. (Husband's comment: "Bite me. I'll still have to go to work.") The Canadian Latin instructor pretty much shakes his head at the insanity of it all (re: last week's "snowfall": "So how hard are you laughing at us?" "Pretty hard."), but cannot thwart the will of the President (or, at least the ineptness of DC drivers in a wintry mix).

And the mantra begins: milk, bread, toilet paper....milk, bread, toilet paper...milk, bread, toilet paper...