The 10 cm of white fluffy precipitation promised for today did not materialize, at least not within the borders of Juniorvania. It’s a good thing, too; when the alarm went off (having been suitably, if somewhat shockingly, advanced to accomodate snow removal activities), your faithful (?) correspondent would not at first be moved from his place of peaceful repose. Instead, man’s most glorious invention, the snooze alarm, was deployed to excellent effect and the Public Works Department slumbered on.
Upon finally coming to terms with both consciousness and reality, the crew quickly dressed itself in a curious amalgam of pajamas and sweatshirts and clomped outside to examine nature’s offering. In the cold, quiet blue of the newly blanketed driveway, a revelation offered itself: if one is spending a considerable amount of time deciding whether it is possible to snowblow an accumulation, it is unlikely that such a process is – in any event – necessary. Thus was born “Junior’s Law of Snow Augury”.
It is unlikely that Mother Nature’s reprieve will transform itself into a commutation of sentence; eight to ten inches* of snow are expected on Friday – the one day this week that Spouse and I will absolutely have to be at work early.
* Canadian Corrollary to Junior’s Law of Snow Augury: If the expected accumulation of snow is expressed by meteorologists, weathermen and other charlatans in centimetres, you will not need a shovel; if, however, it is expressed in inches – you will, and how.