Toby or Not Toby

Today, on this first day of spring, we’re gearing up for yet another winter storm, the fourth nor’easter this month! This one, Toby, apparently has more ugly potential than the last three. Fun times!

I may be the only person in the city who had no idea a storm was on the way. I didn’t know until one of my coworkers sent an email about it this morning, and didn’t see that email until I was halfway to work, so I didn’t have storm-starting-before-the-end-of-the-workday supplies with me. No umbrella, no super-warm scarf, no hood zipped onto my coat. Annoying.

Furthermore, unlike the happy and healthy state of my kitchen before Quinn (the first of these storms), I needed to do a little shopping on my way home. I didn’t get much, but I feel much more prepared: pie crusts so I can make quiche, ice cream and raw cashews because … whyever not, some pretty produce, and some hummus. I really have to learn what you’re supposed to buy when you stock up. That list doesn’t seem at all right, despite being exactly what I wanted. But let’s be honest: I really only have to be stocked to make it through Wednesday.

The real point here is how over all of this winter storm business I am. So totally over it. It’s the vernal equinox, for pity’s sake! We should already be making that sweet, smooth turn from like-a-lion to like-a-lamb.

It was sleeting by the time I came up from the subway and walked to the grocery store, those little ice pellets telling their own story about how fab this storm could be.

Feh. That is all I have to say in the face of Toby. Feh.

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