The novelty of this blizzard has worn off. I’m staring at my points balances wondering why I didn’t pull the trigger to the Caribbean in anticipation of Jonas. Instead, I’m sitting here talking to myself via the blog simultaneously wondering when snow became a newsworthy event. In Michigan, a blizzard just meant that we drove 10 miles an hour to get to where we needed to go. In the East coast, snow means that life comes to a grinding halt. It is remarkable that Mother Nature packs enough power to force the cancellation of thousands of flights.
Cars aren’t allowed on the road, trains and buses aren’t in operation, and even the gym is closed. Tomorrow is the NFC and AFC Championship game and I’ll be damned if I have to sit in this apartment because of flakes of crystalline water ice that falls from clouds.
Like a mistake fare sale, the lesson in anticipation of a blizzard is to book now and ask questions later. Otherwise, you’ll find yourself perusing Seamless for unhealthy dinner choices and paying a premium for it when you could be drinking a pina colada elsewhere.