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It is cold and sleeting outside right now, with the expectation that it will turn into 5-10 inches of snow accumulation (according to the Weather Channel--4-5 inches according to our local news station) by tomorrow morning. Here in our temperate climate, 2 inches is enough to freak everyone out. Grocery stores get ransacked, schools close, people lose their minds. I'm not sure what people do with the bread, milk and eggs they buy by the cartload for winter storms, but people will have 5 gallons of milk, 3 dozen eggs and 4 loaves of bread. Enough for me to last well over a month, but families buy it for the two days of being snowed in. The only thing I can think of is that people eat a lot of french toast when it snows.

So, anyway, Dyke Two had to go out of town last night for a business trip. She is going to be back later this afternoon, so it is hardly a long business trip, and she is only going to a city three hours from here. She is freaking out. Freaking. Out. Not because of the snow and her getting hurt or stranded, but that I will somehow slip on the wet porch, fall down a flight of stairs, get my car stuck in a "snowdrift" (from 4 inches of snow mind you...) or some other calamity.

i am beginning to re-think a February due date. She would be much happier and more relaxed if I were due in, say, June. Or, we moved to Florida.