The children were very disappointed this morning to wake and find that the predicted five inches of snow was, in fact, yet another dreary rain. While it is cold and windy the storm that was heading directly at us moved north and is now blanketing New England in a snowy comforter, quiet and beautiful.
I confess to being slightly disappointed myself. It was a not-so-secret desire that enough snow would fall to stop the Long Island Rail Road and keep Dave home for another day. There is never enough time on the weekend to enjoy my dear husband. Just being in the room with him makes me happy so an extra day would have been a welcome and joyous surprise.
The children have now pinned their hopes on Thursday, there is another prediction of "possible" snow. I am inclined to think it won’t happen, not because of any weather information I possess but because I managed at great aggravation and expense to outift all of them with snow boots and snow pants this fall.
This is usually a great indicator of a snowless season. 😉
If you are in the midst of the storm, cuddle up with your hot cocoa and stay in, and know that I am jealous.