The first blizzard of the season always amazes me in that I would think, just a week and a half from 60-degree weather and brilliant sun, that dark cold blinding snow would seem so foreign as to make me unable to function.

Instead, as I stepped out of the door at work, I felt like I immediately shifted into winter mode. Growing up in a place that has all the seasons means, I suppose, that you kind of carry each season’s requirements on hand somehow. It’s never “Oh my gosh! Blizzard! What do I do?!” but more like “well, get the car heated up, scrape the windows, watch the driving…yeah, here we go again.”

I am eternally grateful for my vehicle, which has four-wheel drive and a working remote car starter. I only wish idiot drivers of small cars wouldn’t stop at the bottom of icy hills and then wonder why they can’t make it up them, forcing those of us who can get up them to pass them on city streets.

Um.

Anyway.

The nice thing about working in a grocery store is that you can easily stop for groceries on your way home from work. Back here, in my apartment (which I love), I will be making a delicious supper and some hot cocoa. Since I don’t have a microwave or a water kettle, I will be making it the old-fashioned way: in a sauce pan.

Then, I’m going to just enjoy the evening as the wind and snow blow around.

I just love the first blizzard of the season, as long as I’m able to be home.