I went into Seattle last weekend for meetings and a couple of doctor appointments. My last meeting was on Bainbridge Island, which is more or less on my way home, and the weather forecast was looking pretty dicey.
I finished up on Bainbridge and headed home. I abandoned my initial plans for the trip in favor of heading straight home, since it was snowing in Poulsbo–and I’m glad I did. I managed to make it home before it started snowing here, though it was snowing almost the whole way there.
It was supposed to be a single storm, and then it was supposed to warm up. It’s been snowing off and on for the last three days, and as I write this it’s been snowing for the last five hours with no signs that it’s going to let up any time soon. With today’s accumulation, we’re going to end up with about eight inches total, and maybe more depending on whether it stops snowing before nightfall.
I’m recovering from having my world upended a little while ago, and have thrown myself into making plans with gusto. We’ll see what happens, once the world is no longer so frozen.