The last couple winters around here have been, well, lame. Last year we got less snow than any recorded winter in history … a measly 3-inches (give or take) the entire season.  That would likely explain our ugly drought last summer.

I’m not a fan of winter … and even less a fan of snow. This year KC got an ugly one-two punch of back-to-back winter storms, complete with “thundersnow”. It’s an extremely rare, weird weather phenomenon that occurs when a storm hits and snow falls instead of rain.  Even worse … thundersnow often produces snowfall rates in the range of 2 to 4 inches per hour.

I’d heard about this alleged thundersnow, but never experienced it until last week. And, SNOWMYGOD!, it was just as bad as you would expect.  As I’m typing this thundersnow is happening once again … and burying Kansas City under a mound of heavy, white frozen flakes.  (No, this round isn’t the fun, fluffy stuff, this is the break-tree-limbs-like-twigs-and-snap-power-lines type of snow.)

Twice the show has been preempted for storm coverage and twice I’ve been hunkered down working from home. Would I rather be at the station?  Yep.  But it doesn’t make sense to try and get our guests to brave the road when we can safely reschedule.

It doesn’t help that I live at the tippy-top of a hill, virtually the last place to get plowed out in my townhouse complex. My car (and the rest of me) is safely nestled at home. I’m watching Snowmaggedon, The Second Coming from the comfort of my couch.

It’s back to business tomorrow … but, in the meantime, I’m gonna relish in the divine white wonderland making an appearance outside my window.