I thought I knew what snow is; I mean, I live in Boston, and we have cold and snow. But apparently we are mere novices at snow, because the real place to be when you're talking snow is Columbia, Md.
I am still here visiting my family and helping out with my 90 year old Grandma, and I have been shovelling for hours a day - and I am sick of the color white. I exercise an additional two hours a day just to be able to be in shape to shovel. It's an enigma inside a riddle, dealing with 30 inches of snow.
So, I have to go to sleep now so I can be up bright and early to shovel again. There's no time for political commentary; I wish there was, but again, all my energy must be saved to...well, you know.