There have been a couple of genuinely dangerous winter storms we've had around here. When I was 5, there was a storm so bad that it was covering cars up to the window level. And on Christmas of 2009, I distinctly remember walking down the middle of the major street near my house, snow up past my knees, because Walgreens was the only place open and I really needed a frozen pizza.


I refuse to look ahead on the forecast, I have plenty of bread and eggs and milk anyway.
I'm hoping to get my cracked dining room window fixed then. It cracked during the first cold spell in January.