Down here in Philadelphia, where we have a micro-climate (warmer in the winter, hotter in the summer than the surrounding burbs), I’m developing a jaunty stride. We have been undulating between peaks of mild sportcoat weather and troughs of wet bitter cold. The snow storm, Cato (named after the libertarian Institute(?)), had a miserable wet attitude as he passed through here but never met the apocalyptic enthusiasm of our local weather forecasters. They had to fan out further and further from the metropolitan region’s epi-center to find the accumulation amounts that met their dire expectations. I think one was reporting from near you Judy in MA, another from a Pocono lodge nestled near the Appalachian trail, another from a fishing village in Labrador. In any case, we continue to surf this weather wave that hasn’t seemed to make up its mind yet.
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