Just was reminded of how hard-up some households are.
Nothing to complain about, myself, but:
I overheard a conversation between a married couple. A grumpy one.

"...this only happens to US."
"I'll take care of it."
"We have a home."
"Yes. We have a home. With a big-ass tree on it." Marches off without her.   ooooh.

The snow at this point ... ought to be measured in hours. Not inches. Hours. I know that it's been snowing for over twelve hours, is it closer to eighteen hours? And most of the time, with the high winds and the intensity of the snowfall,
visibility could be measured by the merest fraction of a mile.

Cue Little Orphan Annie:
The sun 'll come out, to-morrow . . .