The forecasters are trumpeting dire and alarming warnings. My Daughter was sked to fly to Boston today as part of CNN’s Romney election night coverage. She’s working from home until the airlines start flying again, discovering the joys of working in snowflake pajamas.
My Son is in Philly – which is pretty much storm central. If I let myself, I’d worry. But I don’t’ think the good folks at Temple U, who I send a fortune to every month, will be foolish with his safety. And he has a good dose of the family’s common sense and grace under pressure. At 21, he should be able to think will all his brain cells.
Mr. Wonderful headed to CNN this morning. He’ll be staying in a hotel near the bureau tonight. Metro is shut down, so he drove. I didn’t want him to fight the weather to get home tonight and why bother? He’ll just have to go back tomorrow morning. He’s in news lockdown till the election is over.
Which can’t come soon enough.
Meanwhile, I’m stuck here in the big house with the 7 huge trees in the backyard. Happy Happy Joy Joy.