The politicians and the weather forecasters were DE-LIGHTED yesterday, because disasters are good for business. “We’re gonna get THREE feet of storm. Lost of power. In 20 degree weather. There’s going to be frozen bodies and crashes and let’s talk about this endlessly during this four-hour press coverage. And make sure you get my good side.”

By 10 pm, it was clear that the storm was going to hit further North and just scratch New York City and the suburbs. This morning, the politicians and weather forecasters are in full butt-covering mode.

Steve and I are trying to work with the boys about. It’s not as challenging as it used to be, but there is still some parenting involved. I have to yell at Jonah to study for midterms, and we need to get Ian outside for a sled ride.

With all these people at home, it’s too distracting to do some proper writing. So, I’m defining “work” very loosely. Work involves shopping for a new light fixture for the entrance way, and for a round coffee table for the living room. Work includes rearranging the knickknacks on the fireplace mantle. It probably also involves playing with photographs in Lightroom.  (I downloaded Lightroom a couple of weeks ago. It’s a HUGE improvement over PhotoShop Elements.) If there’s time in this very serious day, I need to figure out how to get the mothball smell out of an inherited set of bedroom dressers.