Just for the record: I am a Canadian. That means that in the month of January, the need to sit and wait for the snow to start falling is rational. Particularly when the forecast is that there will be a gazillion of them, or at least enough to cover the neighbourhood with up to twenty-five centimeters worth, measured vertically. Followed, or in concert with, winds gusting to seventy kph. No, I’m not going to translate. If my hopes (wishes and dreams) are met, tomorrow will be a white world, and my employer will encourage me to stay inside in safety. Storm warning; almost as good as the real thing.