At least our weather people think they are.
For the last three days they've been shouting from the rooftops that we will be literally buried to our necks soon in a layer of ice followed by epic snow.
I got nothing.
The radar doesn't even indicate that this storm exists! Argh!
I was just out looking at a house and talking with my stage manager about he fact that rehearsals were canceled when they closed the college today, and nothing, it's not slick, it's not very cold, it's...nothing.
I like the house, not sure about the neighborhood. Big lot, detached garage with a studio, nice remodeled house, fenced, on a corner, neighbors a respectable distance away, it's possible. The boss at the college is making noise about how nice it is that I may buy a house. Maybe he wants me to stay. Fuck!
So here I am trapped in my house, nothing to do since I should be standing in front of a classroom right now preparing to teach and then attend rehearsal, and I'm subjected to the vagaries of network television all evening.
I am getting weary of Chicken Little.
And so it goes: