All stocked up over here…

… The city is shut down. All is silent and still. Nothing stirs but the gentle sounds of falling snow and sleet as it blankets the streets with ice. Beautiful, precious ice. The kind of ice that strikes fear in hearts all across the south. The fear that can mean only one thing.

Snow day.

I’ve got all the provisions I need to get me through the next day or so. Come at me, snow.