Aarrrgg! Two Days to the Snow Apocalypse!

What a day...First, I woke in the wee hours of the morning when Albert mumbled something about going south for a week or two, and if I was smart I would, too. Albert, being a black bear, is hard to understand at the best of times, and I wasn't even close to awake, nor feeling like it was a best of times for that matter. So I went back to sleep. Unfortunately, I was unable to get the quantity of that wonderful drug (sleep) that I would have liked, and woke before the sun was over the horizon. And so, rather than lay in bed moaning and groaning, which would have aggravated my feathered friend, Eddie (a cockatiel with a feather challenged head; yep, male pattern baldness), I went out jogging. 
What always amazes me, is that no matter how much time I have in the morning, and today I had quite a bit, the sand always runs out of the hourglass before I expect it to, and always before I come close to getting everything done I would need to. And then to add insult to injury (or is it injury to insult?), I always end being late getting to the Library, or wherever else I am supposed to be. And today, after finishing my stint as "talk show host" at the Library, I ran around town trying to get some of the thousands of errands done that I need to do this week. And the sooner done the better, particularly considering the current weather forecast. But more on that in a minute. 
Now. On this particular day, I couldn't get a hold of my Mother, who I go walking with when we are both able to do so, for a good part of the day, covering about six hours. She does have some medical issues, so I became concerned. Anyway, I drove across town to her house, where I found her car gone, which did ease my fear of her lying on the basement floor after falling down the stairs, or something equally catastrophic. Instead, I could now worry about her being in a car accident, or in the emergency room at the hospital. Upon driving back home, I called my sister  up north, who then said she would text my other sister. She called me back and said they were at Lincoln. So, I ask, Lincoln where? Lincoln, Nebraska? Nope. They went to see the movie, Lincoln. Wow. I'm now like an idiot, and as our British friends might say, quite put out. So much for that. I am, however, quite happy, that the outcome was what it was. It could have been so much worse.
If you watch the news, you are probably aware how weatherpersons (the PC version of weathermen) really enjoy the opportunity to scare the hell out of us when the chance of a big storm seems to be developing. And people do scare easy it seems, especially when there's going to be snowstorm. If you have ever gone to the supermarket the day before one of these life threatening meteorological events is scheduled to take place, big or small, everybody's there snatching up all the bottled water, milk and bread. It's like they believe they will never be able to buy these things again. It's the end of the world. But they refuse to die without being allowed to drink as much water and milk, and eat all the bread they can. After which, the snow and cold will claim us all. C'est la vie.
Anyroad, all those wonderful weatherpeople are forecasting a massive snowstorm starting Friday morning, and ending on Saturday, here in the winter wonderland of New England. That s.o.b., Albert, knew exactly what he was doing when he headed south. Well, to be honest, I kinda' like a good snowstorm. As long as we don't lose the electricity. At least, not for long. 'Cause if we do, I hafta' (have to) get Eddie to some place warm. Otherwise, he'll turn into a popsicle. And that, would just be too much trauma for me. Wouldn't be much fun for him either. 
Wherever you are, stay warm, be well, and look out for each other.