A good chunk of the U.S. got hit with bad weather this weekend. Indiana did its part by taking 15 inches or so of snow off the rest of your hands. So if you’re reading this from Florida, you can thank us whenever you like.
And what do you do when you get 15 inches of snow on a weekend in Indiana? You hunker down. You dig in. You hole up. You lay low. All good synonyms for watching TV, reading, and repeating, “I wonder how much snow we really got” and regular intervals.
Did you know that hunker down comes from a Scottish/English phrase that means to squat. I must not know how to hunker correctly, because there were no squats and/or squatting that I either performed or observed over the weekend. (Not including my dog who squats every day, but you’re not ready for those details.)
People started preparing for Winter Storm Fern, as it’s been named, around Thursday of last week. They ran out and bought milk and eggs while foolishly ignoring the mayonnaise.* My wife and I prepared for the storm in more strategic ways. I sprained my ankle and she picked up a virus. So, we both engaged in hunkering by sprawling on the couch and commiserating over our misery.
I did manage to read a few books: The Black Wolf by Louise Penny and The Long Goodbye by Raymond Chandler. Now I’m reading The Pope of Palm Beach by Tim Dorsey. If you were snowed in over the weekend and read one of my books, let me know if it was good for hunkering. If so, I might add that to the blurb!
Anyway, today is new day. The sun is shining. I’m hobbling less. My wife is sniffling less. And the world is digging out from Winter Storm Fern. Have a great week, however you choose to hunker!
Carry on, Citizens!
*To find out why you need mayo during a storm, read this.
