I’m home today (like always, since I work here) with the wife and kids, enjoying another snow day. We’re supposed to have at least a foot of snow over the course of these 24 hours, including possible thundersnow.
Does that sound like a northern hero’s name or what? I saw lightning here during a snowstorm earlier in the year, flashing in the sky out back of my house. It seems so unnatural—this collision of distinct forms of weather—but there it is, happening anyhow.
What a wild world.