Well, they weren’t kidding. This is a whopper and I got up at 5 a.m. to wander around (in my bathrobe and boots, quite a sight I’m sure) to catch this mushrooming and windy blizzard. Heading out to feed the donkeys with Maria, who says this is my storm, now that I’ve decided to reject the Storm Center notion of weather and have some fun in it. Got the dogs out early, fed the barn cats. Maria is out shoveling. We are heading for the barn. Good to have somebody sharing the storm with me.