I went to bed last night at about 12:30 a.m. There was no snow in sight. When I woke up at 6:30 a.m., there was a buttload. And everything and their mother has been closed for the day, including the city of Boston. The entire city. Boston is closed, folks. Go back from whence you came.
So it’s kind of like an “if a tree falls in the forest” kind of question, but if Boston is closed, what am I still doing here? They don’t like it when I try to stay in Chipotle when it’s closed…actually they do like that. Bad example. The point is, it’s a legit snow day, I’m home from work, and as long as this Top Chef marathon continues, it could be a great day.
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