Whoa. Last night they were calling for snow. A lot of snow. Every time "they" call for "a lot" of snow, we get something like half an inch, if that. Winters here in Maryland aren't diddly squat compared to some of the rip-roaring, blizzard-snorting winters we used to have back in my day in Ohio. Uphill. Both ways.

This time, however, "they" were right on the money. Holy cats. We've got something like six inches of snow out there, and it's still coming.

New, previously undiscovered drawback of working at home: no snow days.