Yesterday, I saw it. It started real gentle like. Small and large flakes gently wafting straight down. I knew the last forecasts were wrong. One of those, "Oh crap." moments.

Well b'y, when I looked out afore I headed fer me bunk around 00:30 today, she looked like the arse end fell out of a cloud. I rose at 6:00 and walked through heavy wet snow 8+" deep and scuffed off the driveaway at Mum's back door. Lights flickered three times around 7:30 so I checked the outages... around 8000 in Moncton but we held steady. City plow didn't show up until about 9:30. That first wet snow plays hell with hydraulic hoses 'n such, eh?

Don't bother me much. Booked an appointment two weeks ago and got me badass HD snow tires with studs put on yesterday. Tell me who knows da wedder, eh? I suppose it could be just the Luck o' the Irish but I'll take the credit like a' Irish would. >;-)