All last night there were blizzard warnings coming on TV and the radio. Not sure what we were supposed to do with these warnings, maybe hide in the basement? I mean, this is South Dakota. It's not like we never have them or they haven't been predicting this one for a week. At 10:15 last night our phone rang and it was the automated school information system calling and saying, "Due to the impending blizzard we are cancelling classes for tomorrow." My son, who was still up working on the mountain of homework he'd been assigned yesterday, immediately began doing this weird dance of joy that was quite entertaining.

My wife turned to me and said, "You're driving tomorrow, right?" I responded with, "I'll get up in the morning and evaluate the situation, then make a decision." To my surprise, that response satisfied her.

This morning they were sleeping in because of no school (my wife works for the school system too). I got up and looked out the window. No snow falling. Not a flake. So I rode to work. The winds are pretty stiff, which the forecasters did get correct. Thankfully it was a cross-wind so I didn't have to ride directly into it.

Sounds like things are pretty ugly south of town, and now they're saying it will move into the city by the afternoon. We'll see.