Snow’s coming! Take cover!

Jesus, people, it’s the Northeast. It snows. Sometimes a whole bunch. Get over it…
I think the media are to blame.
Anyway, freezing rain and sleet, with a bunch of inches of snow on top, coming tonight. Looks like I’m NOT driving to Newburgh tomorrow (field trip to look at some kind of burning technology). We’ll see if it’s possible to get off the hill in the morning or not.
Did I mention that I got ALL my Christmas cards done? Written (pithily and with brevity). Rubber stamped (messily and with Christmas colors). Mailed (expeditiously and with extreme prejudice). Okay, so I’ve got a couple of stragglers, but ALMOST all of them are done. Burned a new Christmas CD last night, too. It was hard to decide if using little snatches of William S. Burroughs narrating “The Junkie’s Christmas” was too dark, but in the end I decided to go with a few of them. I love the story, but others may not quite get it. So I reduced it to three snippets, odd and out of place, such as: “‘Merry Christmas, Doctor.’ The doctor said nothing in return.”
Why couldn’t I just love Celine Dion like everyone else? On the upside, some real new Christmas songs, including Cracker’s kickass “Merry Christmas, Emily” and the long-sought “Sock It To Me Santa” from Marshall Crenshaw.
Gotta run and get home before the storm hits. Panic! Panic!