A Bomb Cyclone was Headed Right for Us

I, like most people I know, have trouble heading back to work after a vacation.  It's such a cruel transition.  One day you're sleeping in and drinking bubbles at the Ritz, and the next, you're smack in the middle of long division.  This year, though, that transition was a lot easier to handle as it looked like we would have at least one snow day to look forward to, and most likely two!  I can do two work days and a four day weekend! (added bonus, all those lesson plans I did roll over into the next week leaving me with almost no school work to do.)

On Monday the snow totals, that had previously been predicted to be 2-4 inches, had escalated to 8-12 inches.  When news broke on Wednesday morning that the storm we were getting was a "Bomb Cyclone" it pretty much sealed the deal on Thursday being a snow day and pretty much locked up Friday, as well.  I mean, a bomb cyclone sounded really bad.  So did the arctic temps sweeping in after the storm (more on that later because the struggle was real with the PV.)  I hate the snow, but if it means a few days off, I'll embrace it every time.

Since we live in the city, there's no need for the typical storm prep, like going grocery shopping.  Who wants to deal with a grocery store full of panic induced shoppers?  My friend actually posted a picture of the produce aisle at her local store and the empty bins were pretty much a sign that the apocalypse was upon us.  I'm so glad I don't have to deal with that.  Instead, our storm prep revolves around checking Facebook and Instagram for the fun "snow parties" planned in the neighborhood.  Longfellow's Coffee posted that they planned on being open, so I was all set for the morning.  With the alarm turned off, and coffee plans secured, I went to bed and was ready for whatever the cyclone brought us.