After Thirty-four Inches of Snow

Having lived with ice jams and indoor water leaks two years in a row-- albeit five or six years ago, I check the closets and the rug several times a day.

I hear a drip and place my ear against the wall board. Where is that drip? Outside. Good.

Having lived with the removal of walls, pink insulation torn down, and huge air driers that sound like jet planes ready for take off, I don't want to do the tear down and build up dance again.

And now they are predicting more snow.