A foot of snow is aimed at us. We'll see how much we actually get, but it's January. Snow happens. A lot. Temperatures plummet. Semis stall in the middle of the freeway. Truly. I experienced it this morning. Made me late for work.
I don't mind the Narnia look. Cross country skiing. Snowshoeing. It's what we do here in the tundra.
I'm trying to convince myself.