It’s evident now that we’ve caught yesterday’s storm. When I left work yesterday, the snow had been falling for an hour and was only just starting to stick; when I woke up before dawn this morning, the city was blanketed three inches deep and iced over as a treat. I hadn’t considered that the bad weather might be making its way east until I recognized the thick cloud cover that had turned to a steady sleet somewhere after our lunch stop at an Arby’s in rural Michigan. I also hadn’t considered that the bad weather might be getting worse as it moved, snow evolving from last night’s damp heaviness to a proper whiteout in rapidly diminishing light that’s made conditions challenging—though “challenging” is like “demanding,” a commentator’s euphemism for what’s actually going on: the roads are bad. No one should be driving them.
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