The snow is falling. The weather people are telling us to expect 12-24″ locally. My snowblower is gassed up and ready to do battle with Nature McHitlergaia.
I found just the thing for fetching groceries in a New England winter storm:
Now I just need to convince Robin to let me trade the minivan in on one of those. I’d hug it and squeeze it, and call it my Goremobile.