This is the problem with superlatives: We’ve already had the ‘snowpocalypse’ and ‘snowmageddon.’ ‘Blizzard of 2011’ sounds so mundane. So what are we going to call this thing? I heard that a local television station is calling it ‘The Snow Beast.’ Oh, how cute.

My Darling B wants to call it THE SNOWNAMI. That might work.

Just looking out our front window I can already tell that we’re not going anywhere tomorrow morning, and that’s not just the nine-year-old boy in me wanting to get out of school. At least six inches of snow has fallen and the wind’s drifting it all over the place. The snow plows would have to work all night long just to keep the main roads clear, not that I think they wouldn’t do it for the overtime pay but what’s the point? Nobody who commutes from the suburbs will be able to get out of their driveways in the morning, much less try to make the trip into town. Okay, that was the nine-year-old boy in me.