There's a Nor'easter slamming into New England today, tonight, tomorrow, bringing snow, sleet, and freezing rain, to be immediately followed by several inches of heavy rainfall as temperatures rise. It promises--no, threatens to be very messy, and there are flood warnings already for some of the rivers.
Not sure what impact this will have on the transport and delivery of our new family member. Expect to find out later on. I'm trying to stay out of anxiety mode, so I'm keeping busy.
The Lodge is in the 6" to 12" inch snowfall band.
In preparation, I stopped in at our new library yesterday to stock up on DVD's. (After I stopped at the Dollar Store for an armload of cheap doggie toys and another feeding dish!)
Happily, I've just returned from my twice (thrice?) postponed hairdresser appointment. At the salon, the impending storm was the Big Topic. Along with Soup. And Food, in general.
As I drove away, freshly shorn and coiffed, the very first snowflakes fell. When I passed the river dam, I said a little prayer for it to hold firm. (It was greatly challenged by the notorious and fearsome 2006 Mother's Day Flood.)
I may be spending much of my weekend housebound, but I will be looking fab. Or if not that good, at least a lot better than I looked before this afternoon's excursion.