Oh yes, it has arrived. But yesterday it was very pleasant and that allowed me to do what I could to prepare. Big thing is the wind chill. Can't have a proper winter bum-blast without a howling wind: sound and fury signifying nothing. Idiot, random, nature. Idiot, random, universe. The fine-structure of nothingness. It's a right nasty place for anything sentient.
Tomorrow it won't be quite as bad, because the winds die down substantially. Saturday a high above freezing, so they say. And a rapid warming next week. Until the next "generational" storm. How many "generational" storms can you have in one generation? I thought 2021 was supposed to be a "once in a hundred years event". It gets rather stupid when every winter features a "once in a generation" crap storm. Something is obviously screwed up here.
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