Getting a mixture of some junk tomorrow, maybe a real snowstorm Christmas Eve. Oh joy. Ick.

Loved it when I was a kid but my office never closed no matter how bad it got. One boss even paid for hotel rooms. Clients before personnel, thank you very much.

Even the slightest flurry causes Philadelphians to panic and either drive too fast or too slow or too stupidly. I don't mind driving in the snow, but when it turns to sheets of deadly ice, furgitaboutit.
Now my fear is injuring my already screwed up spine and hips. But, then doesn't everyone want to splat on the ice? Like, duh.