We did not get jack for snow last night. All this 8-10 inch prediction nonsense for maybe one measly inch of snow? Seriously, that's not enough to get even the most excitable child to say more than 'meh.'
We did, however, receive some ice, which of course translates easily into red hot panic here in Central Indiana. Two hour delays were the order of the day, combined with some school systems calling the whole thing off. Truly, it was overkill.
1-2 inches of snow do not make me panic. Ice does not make me panic. I grew up in NW Indiana in the 'snow belt' ... i.e. Lake Effect Land. Until you've seen 12" of snow fall in 6 hours and it doesn't appear to be letting up then there is nothing to complain about. Most of the time here in Indianapolis I just accept that there will be red hot panic when it appears that there will be snow (shocker) in December/January/February/March. I accept that the weatherpeople will get all up in arms over a weathersystem that brings jack for snow but 'looks like a big one.' I accept that there will be runs on milk and eggs at the stores.
On the flip side of the weather, is LOST.
OMG. My mind was reeling from all the Missing Pieces mini-episodes that I had watched, coupled with last season's finale and what I now know about the season opener. I was AWED. Back and forth in space and time ... I'll say it again. I love JJ Abrams. I love Damon Lindhof. Love Love Love. This is the best damn show on TV. I am reminded again why my evening stops when LOST comes on.
LOST didn't disappoint. I'll be rewatching the episode this weekend thanks to my trusty DVR. :)
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