Still waiting ...

It's almost 11 a.m., the sky isn't particularly dark (though it is cloudy), we drove the Missus to work so that she would not have to negotiate the drifts tonight (that'll be our job), and there's not the slightest speck of snow.

It's too soon to call it a bust, but it's not too early to start the first rough draft of our petition to Congress to provide for public floggings for meteorologists who consistently get it wrong.

The problem with the present forecasting system: too much carrot, not enough stick.