...not that today isn't.
We're expecting a monster blizzard, with two to three feet of snow and hurricane-force winds near the coast; it's supposed to start late this afternoon and end Wednesday morning. I'll post a bit early in case we have a power and/or internet outage, and if you don't hear from me on Wednesday you'll know why. We just had a snowstorm on Saturday, during which I dodged a bullet. I'd gone out for an armload of firewood, and when I went back for another there was an enormous limb of white pine that had fallen across the path to our woodshed from about eighty feet up (Pinus strobus, a magnificent tree that was once off limits to colonists if blazed with the King's Broad Arrow; it grew to over two hundred feet). Timing is everything. We're apparently getting more snow on Friday too.
Our (very) local, Super Bowl-bound Patriots have been accused of playing with deflated balls in last week's game against the Colts. Before this storm appeared on the horizon this seemed to be the end of the world (well, it still does), and you can imagine what fun the news media have been having with headlines. I hope the players can get over the scandal and be pumped for the big one. :) Are you out there, ginge? What's the word in your betting circles?