This is the middle of February. In my youth here on the Plateau, February was a month known for wicked weather. People seem to have forgotten.
It is the August of winter. While January is the coldest month on average, that is only because February treacherously throws in a few warmer days to raise false hopes. The next few days here will not be among those. This is February's true nature -- six inches of snow over a layer of sleet with another round predicted in the next couple of hours. The temperature will likely not get above freezing until Friday and Saturday when we will get more sleet. Single digit lows for the next couple of days while Thursday morning the temperature will be below zero.
I'm not too concerned. I can get to work (ha-ha, as my mom would say). I have water and heat. I stocked up additional coffee Friday, and I also picked up a six-pound can of peanut butter. Food is not a problem anyway. The pantry shelves are loaded with quarts of apples, green beans and tomatoes, and the freezer is full.
I hate to drag the tractor out and hook up the blade just for the driveway. I'll probably just shovel out around the house and see how I feel about the tractor this afternoon.
Keep in mind that a week ago this past Saturday, I was out riding my bike in a t-shirt. A couple of years ago, Branson -- not too far from here -- was hit by a Valentine's Day tornado.
Forget it, Jake. It's February.