This storm had forecasters talking about Washington D.C. being buried in snow; as of yesterday morning the forecasts and radar showed  the mass in Indiana dissipating just north of Indianapolis and Ohio was to be cut in half horizontally as well. But it slid a little north and gobbled us up in the nor’eastern driven winds and wet snow. I guess Washington is still in blizzard conditions today and Der Bingle says he heard on the radio that folks there were clearing grocery shelves of bread, milk and Super Bowl beer.

We don’t have much snow this morning but last night that snow riding in 35-40 mile gusts made driving bad. Der Bingle, who thought he would have an easy trip up last night spent about twice as much time as normal getting here. He said it wasn’t the worse weather he had travelled in, but it was close. Cars were off the road all along the way. Robert and Alison were coming from Cincinnati and they were really caught. At first I let them know I had told them so as they travelled up I-74; I had said the Ohio River Valley is going to be a mess, a mess, I say. I’m nice that way.

As Alison called from the interstate to report on the number of slide-offs and wrecks, I told her they should drive out of it north of Indianapolis; I was wrong. She called from that area and talked for 29 minutes in a play-by-play account of cars they were seeing in ditches and median strips. I kept thinking I wanted her to hang up because I didn’t want to be an audio witness to their car sliding. She did hang up and they did get home okay.

So did Der Bingle who got here about 10:30 pm and tossed my cold Hot Head Burritos in my lap. You know, when they are cold like that you can tear a hole in the foil and just stick your face into the flour wrapping and bite right through to the rice and beef and cheese and sauce. I’m sure Der Bingle was impressed as he watched me do that while he sat a wee bit away taking off his gloves. Yes, yes. I got the burrito unwrapped before he got his hands ungloved. Impressive, no?

He talked about the trip and I just went munch, munch and munch. This is where getting toward old age and far into marriage works out – imagine doing that on a first date. Well, even I shuddered at the thought.