Freezing rain is falling. Sleet is forecast. Fear fills every heart and panic assaults every mind. Never mind that the temperature will remain in the upper 30’s tonight. Bread and milk must be bought.
Of course, many of us also remember that fateful day in 1972 when we were supposed to get a couple of brief snow flurries with temperatures remaining in the 40’s all day. We wound up with 18 inches of snow on the ground. For the Deep South, that’s a disaster of monumental proportions.
We’ll see. As long as I get home tonight, I’ll be fine. Firewood is stacked and ready.