We weathered the storm in comfort, although I have heard that there are many households in an around Charlottesville without power. Our power almost never goes out--something to do with our proximity to the University Hospital, and when it does go out, we're among the first to get it back. Still, when I was doing my Wii Fit workout yesterday, the power kept flickering, which was enough each time to turn off the Wii and force me to start my workout from scratch which was most annoying, particularly because I felt I had done an exceptionally fine Sun Salutation and never got to see my score.
Jon and I engaged in the sort of bickering that snowed-in couples do. For some reason I found his devotion to shoveling the driveway insufferable. It's a wasted effort, I said. You're going to hurt your back, I said. You're going to bitch about "I spent my whole day off SHOVELING," I said. Our driveway is so steep that we always park the car in the street during snow storms. So who cares about the driveway? Jon growled about wanting to get the car down into the driveway sometime before Easter. I think it's romantic to load the groceries onto a sled and slide them down the hill to the house. Whatever, I lost that argument and the driveway is more or less shoveled, but not clear enough to risk taking the car down.
In the evening, a crowd of our friends, just off their shift in the ER, stopped by. Now I had five hungry guests and we had just eaten the last fish stick. There was lots of beer, fortunately, and we discovered a Chinese restaurant willing to deliver through the snow. And they did. Where would American society be without Chinese restaurants to help us in emergencies?
The only worrisome moment was after our friends left. Mr. McP, after eating some pistachios, announced that now his face felt tight and his chin and cheeks were red and stinging. Really? He chooses the snowmeggadon in which to develop a nut allergy? I gave him a whopping dose of benadryl--never let yourself run out of benadryl, people--and sat up with him for two hours, but his symptoms never got worse and he is fine today. I'm hoping it wasn't an allergy at all but just the salt irritating his frost-nipped little cheeks.