Forsooth, not here here, not quite yet; when I look out the windows of Roseholme Cottage, there's not a flake falling. But the flakes inside my TV set are, as they do anytime the forecast calls for more than a spatter of snow, sounding the tocsin of doom, doom, doom!
Because it's wintertime and there's snow falling. Yeah, who'd've expected that? Schools and prayer meetings are cancelling left and right; when I woke up at Oh-Dark-Fifteen, the list already had over three dozen entries.
You'd think they'd all be driving 4WDs to work, wouldn't you, or maybe snowmobiles; and yet when you drive past the parking lots of the big TV stations, it looks like a gaggle of plain ordinary cars any other bunch of downtown office workers might drive.
On the other hand, from what I saw on the toooob this morning it sure looked like a lot of 'em came into work early today. That, surprisingly enough, might be good common sense when there's several inches of snow in the offing.
Don't judge 'em by what they say. Judge 'em by what they do. Guy goes on the tellymavision to tell me the sky is falling, I'm gonna look to see if he's wearing a hard hat before I take him seriously.
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